I mean really, I only have 2 choices? Safe or sorry?
BS. I reject that. Life isn’t safe. It’s got sharp edges and hard surfaces. It’s got dirt and disappointment. Sometimes you will suck and you will fail.
Suck it up, cupcake.
You want to be stronger, better, faster, etc. than you are today? You’re going to have to push your limits. Guess what happens when you hit them? Pain. Suck. Fail. And then you back off and heal*. Learn your lessons and get back in the game.
Or don’t. Be safe. Be stagnant. Don’t take risks. Insulate your little world. Just don’t expect me to play along.
Yeah, A Girl and her Gun got hurt training. It happens. It’s no reason to avoid training. It’s no reason to stop pushing yourself. No one is asking you to do the training she has chosen. But before you criticize her choices, did it ever occur to you that maybe it’s not just training, it’s therapy? How many people out there are willing to stare their fear in the face?
It’s real easy to judge from the outside. Should I have taken a defensive pistol course with my neck all mangled? Should I have maybe called it a day when it started to spasm so badly that I couldn’t get my elbow up? Should I have maybe mentioned the issue to my instructor before class?
Ya know what? My neck has been messed up for a long time. Turns out, not even daycare was safe. I attempted to do a flip in the moonwalk. (The inflatable bouncy thing, not the backwards dance walk thing.) I landed on my head. Had to crawl out of the thing on my stomach because I couldn’t stand back up.
I’ve lost count of the number of car accidents I’ve been in. I wasn’t at fault, but sometimes not even the passenger seat is safe.
I carry a gun because life isn’t safe. My life comes with bumps, scrapes, bruises, and even broken bones. I didn’t stop playing when I landed on my head. I didn’t stop driving after my car was broadsided. I didn’t stop dancing after spraining my ankle or being dropped on a stage. My life isn’t safe, and I’m not sorry.
*Yes, I know. I should learn to back off and heal at some point before my body takes that choice from me. Yes, I am stubborn and thick headed sometimes. I’m sure none of my readers can relate.