A Self-Imposed Exorcism.

So, here it is. This is the inaugural entry in what I hope to be an ongoing, therapeutic and possibly profitable exercise. Or should I say exorcise? The fact of the matter is, I’ve spent the last 2 ½ years alternating surgeries and recovery times. This got me up close and personal with my immediate physical liabilities and was certainly not an easy time to maintain a rosy outlook on things. If you sprinkle in the regular being a husband, being a homeowner type stuff, you can get downright cranky.  It’s my chance to do something not only productive but to spark my creativity and get motivated again. I went to school to be a writer, with the exception of some things immediately after my injury, I have done none. It’s a crime when I think about it. Lazy. My experiences, as you will see have presented myriad opportunities to write and share and produce something wholly me and worthy of sharing. But that has been one of the demons I have to wrestle with. Okay, enough of this. No more whining, time to re-rail this train and ramble on.

So that’s that. First entry done. Lots of good stuff to come. My life, disability, the technology and the absurdity all coming at you from a paralyzed guy who’s an adventurer at heart and still believes that there’s plenty of good left to be discovered in this world.

For now, adios amigos.

Steven J.

28 years ago a diving accident left me paralyzed from the neck down in a wheelchair. It has been an outrageous experience beyond imagining. All this time I've been learning about myself and just how challenging a Life can get. Beautiful in places, not so much in others. But, I choose Love and to seek out beauty wherever it is. Maybe share some where there isn't any. No matter what, I want to spread the Golden Rule we all learned growing up. Peace and blessings.
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