All I Needed Was The Say So...

Eight weeks post-op. Nine weeks post-break.

Sometimes that’s all it takes—the green light. The permission to trust your body again. I’m a firm believer that when there is a will, there is a way, and today my doctor gave me exactly what I needed.

His words? There is enough hardware in my foot that I don’t need to be afraid of it anymore. I can work it out. I can stretch it. I can push it to the limit. It will not break.

Pause. Deep breath. Freedom.

Then came the follow-up: “But do not run. And do not jump.”

Wait… what? You just said it won’t break.

Maybe he’s talking about the other foot. 😄

In all seriousness, this season has been one long lesson in patience, trust, and listening—really listening—to my body. Progress doesn’t always look like leaping forward. Sometimes it looks like controlled movement, intentional stretching, and honoring the process while still believing in what’s possible.

So here’s where I am: grounded, motivated, and moving forward—just not running or jumping yet. And that’s okay. Because I’ve got the say-so now, and for me, that changes everything.