My office is moving in a few weeks and yesterday I was downstairs looking at the space the team and I will be moving into. We had a great discussion of set up and design and we talked about colour and furniture and all felt growing excitement about the move.
I mentioned that my only concern was the elevator and explained that how there wasn’t enough turn radius when getting on at that floor because it’s a smallish elevator. I had tried once before and simply couldn’t do it. I’d have to take off my footrests to manage.
I offered to demonstrate, so everyone came over and I pushed the elevator button and then when the door opened, got on easily.
I was mortified. After my big speech about how it was going to be something I’d have to think a way through, I got on simply and easily.
Over the next several minutes I thought about it. I had gone to that floor of the building only once or twice early on as a wheelchair user.
It’s something that happens naturally in my head.
I couldn’t do it then.
I can do it now.
Now I have to wonder how many early tries and early fails have led me to decide that something is impossible not realizing that my skills would grow and being a wheelchair user is a skill based way to exist in the world.
I’m going to have to be careful about things I’ve dismissed as not possible. Oh, joy, more things to think about, that’s work, but oh joy, maybe I’ve new experiences waiting behind doors I thought to narrow.