Hi, my name is Sean, and I am a rock climber with tendinitis.
Sounds like something I might stand up and say at an injured climbers support group.
Unfortunately, if that is the right word, I don't have tendinitis from climbing, I have it from working. That is right, I have a work related injury that prevents me from doing something I love to do. Now, when you are done crying for me--as you surely are--, please know that this injury might be a good thing.
What?
Yes, a good thing. It has enabled me to take stock of my life and what is important to me. The tendinitis, along with this nagging fatigue that seems to have become my existence, have forced me to slow down and examine where I am, where I was, and where I want to be... and I realized that I am lost, I have a broken compass, and my map is nowhere to be found.
Rule #1 when you are lost: stay put.
