It was such nice weather over the weekend here in Victoria that we took the opportunity to escape the house and spend an hour at our local park (within the five kilometres, of course!).

Kerrilee, Luke, myself and the dog headed off to the local cricket ovals. There is heaps of space so the dog can run around off the lead and we took the soccer ball so we could have a kick around.

I may have some work in the pipeline for start of November so I have been trying to run around a bit more, get the fitness back up, lose a Covid kilo or two!

So Luke and myself are kicking the ball around and we aren’t very accurate in our kicking so it was more like running to wherever the ball had ended up.

Then suddenly I felt this little shot of pain in my calf!

I have felt that pain before when playing indoor soccer two years ago and so I knew I had pulled a muscle. Luckily Kerrilee had brought an ice pack with the cold drinks we had so I sat down and iced it up for a while, then hobbled back to the car and headed home.

Here is the thing though, the next morning I work up, headed down the stairs and the leg was hurting, making it hard to walk, and so suddenly everything feel that bit harder.

Every task felt more difficult.
It took a long time to get going.
I felt flat, unmotivated.
Deflated.

Why is that?
Why do I let my feelings dictate how I feel?

I suppose it is human nature, but as I was moping around feeling sorry for myself, I suddenly had a thought. On Sunday I listened to a gentleman share how at around twenty years of age, as a very athletic man, he had over four serious strokes in a row that left him paralysed on one side of his body.

He had the most positive attitude to life, to God, to healing, to coping with his disabilities. He didn’t really see them as disabilities. He didn’t blame God, but was living his best life right now, over twenty years later!

I think God reminded me of that story to give me a little perspective. He does that often – just drops a random thought or idea into my head. Something that challenges me, and if I choose to do something about it, hopefully changes me a little on the inside.

So I reminded myself my leg will hurt for a few days, but then it will come right, I will be back to running around and getting fit.

It is always about my perspective.

Perspective is defined as: a particular attitude towards or way of regarding something; a point of view.

Oxford Dictionary

So I’m changing my point of view this week.
Seeing things a little different.

Hoping that makes me a better person.

Only time will tell.

Cheers