{"id":119,"date":"2014-12-08T22:34:07","date_gmt":"2014-12-09T06:34:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livingwithhibm.com\/?p=119"},"modified":"2017-11-18T19:41:37","modified_gmt":"2017-11-19T03:41:37","slug":"ltd","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livingwithhibm.com\/?p=119","title":{"rendered":"LTD"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>LTD. I&#8217;m not sure when I came up with that acronym, but it&#8217;s one I&#8217;ve been using for the last few years. I use it when I&#8217;m having peak moments. Moments when I&#8217;m at my happiest. When I am my most fulfilled. When I am overwhelmed by gratitude. When my soul is at peace.<\/p>\n<p>LTD stands for Living The Dream. It&#8217;s shorthand for life is good. It&#8217;s this 3 letter code that I often blurt out to my husband or sister or best friend when I am literally living in what feels like a dream. We all have our LTD moments. Just look at people&#8217;s Facebook newsfeeds, they are often full of them. \u00a0The interesting thing about my LTD moments is that I often find them at the simplest, most\u00a0mundane times: watching my husband make pancakes with our boys on a Sunday morning, bobbing in the waves on a beautifully sunny southern California summer day, holding my husband&#8217;s hand while\u00a0watching one of our sons perform on stage. It&#8217;s in those moments when I feel like there&#8217;s nothing more I would want or need as long as I have this. But recently there&#8217;s been a dream, a simple one, that I had not been able to live out.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>My boys are old enough now that they&#8217;re riding bikes and scootering all over the place. We live in a neighborhood that&#8217;s accessible to lots of shops and restaurants. Riding bikes with the family was always a vision I had for myself. Even before kids, as strange as that sounds. But I learned the hard way two years ago on Mother&#8217;s Day (when I suggested that we all go rent bikes at\u00a0the beach) that I could no longer\u00a0ride\u00a0a real bike. (It turns out spinning at the gym does not translate into being able to cycle on the road.) So I had to make a choice.<\/p>\n<p>If you told me when I was first diagnosed 9 years ago that I would one day have two kids and the only way I&#8217;d be able to join them on a family bike ride would be via an electric &#8220;mobility&#8221; scooter, I&#8217;d tell you I&#8217;d rather die. I&#8217;d tell you that sounds like a nightmare and kindly ask you to not bring it up again. And yet, a few days ago, this happened. (See video link below). I promise you I never would have imagined this to be an LTD moment. But I also never believed that I&#8217;d get here. I don&#8217;t mean to this level of physical disability, but rather, to this level of adaptability and adjustment to my reality. Intellectually, I am aware that we are designed to adapt to our circumstances in an effort to cope. We are evolutionarily programmed to do so in the service of survival. But emotionally, I never believed\u00a0I&#8217;d ever be able to actually do it. \u00a0I was wrong.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t fear the bad things from happening. Fear an inability to adjust and adapt to them. Be willing to reconfigure, reimagine. You never know where your LTD\u00a0moments may be hiding.<\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"1140\" height=\"642\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/J5uqsZvhaVM?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p>PS. Keep in mind I never intended to actually share this publicly, so please forgive the quality!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>LTD. I&#8217;m not sure when I came up with that acronym, but it&#8217;s one I&#8217;ve been using for the last few years. I use it when I&#8217;m having peak moments. Moments when I&#8217;m at my happiest. When I am my most fulfilled. When I am overwhelmed by gratitude. When my soul is at peace. LTD<\/p>\n<div><a class=\"btn-filled btn\" href=\"https:\/\/livingwithhibm.com\/?p=119\" title=\"LTD\">Read More<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":476,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-119","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/livingwithhibm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/writing.jpg?fit=730%2C350&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s5aYbC-ltd","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":677,"url":"https:\/\/livingwithhibm.com\/?p=677","url_meta":{"origin":119,"position":0},"title":"Nooks, Crannies and Landmines","author":"admin","date":"September 3, 2018","format":false,"excerpt":"A few weeks ago, I officially ran out of room. 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