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War and Peace



According to Leo Tolstoy, “the two most powerful warriors are patience and time”. I for one have always struggled to be patient.  A month ago I injured the muscle under my right shoulder blade.  I am not sure how I did it but most likely it was associated with lifting weights.  The injury left me in constant pain for a little over two weeks.  During that time the only thing that relieved the pain was sleeping or lying down.

As I have aged I have learned to be more patient in certain areas of my life.  However, when it comes to being active and doing things in life I enjoy like running, biking and tennis, I am not patient.  I have no desire to be a patient!

Today, I am contemplating what I need to learn from this month-long break from my routine.  I have realized I need to be careful and that I, like anyone else, can get hurt at times.  I appreciate that it may be difficult to rest but it is necessary to heal and I know that I need to seek help when pain becomes an injury.

To achieve greatness, as Tolstoy did as a writer, it will take years.  However, It is nice to know that if I maintain my focus and practice having more patience, I will end up with two strong warriors by my side, both patience and time.


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