“Accept fate, and move on. Don't yield to the seductive pull of self-pity. Acting like a victim threatens your future.”

Its really hard for me, as a writer, to compose a piece that is self-fulfilling and insightful when I feel like my life is heading in the right direction. I dont know what my deal is, but when my life is smooth sailing, I take no action accept to kick my feet up and go with the flow.

So you have probably guessed by now that because Im composing this entry, I must have stumbled across some rocks in the road. 

What annoys me most, is that these are, by no means, new issues. They are composed entirely of the same misconceptions, faults, and short comings that I have been struggling with since November. 

If given the opportunity, I have decided that I would separate my leg from the remaining segment of my body. It bears a greater burden than it is worth. In the beginning of my rehabilitation I thought that it would be easier to start playing again in small increments rather than not playing any at all. After our first game it was rather apparent to me, that not only was I sadly mistaken, but I had also severely underestimated my ego, when I had to walk off the pitch only 10 minutes into the match. 

Admitting that I have a weakness and, in turn, asking for help is a task I have never met head on with a willing and eager spirit. And yet, here I am, forced to do so on almost a daily basis. I dont know how long I can tread this current while no progress is emerging. Self pity has gotten me no where thus far. I had better buck up, or this monster will consume me.