Willing feels like a word for grown-ups, the real ones, who do not expect things always to fall within one's comfort zone. I am not sure I qualify.
A willingness for what is physically painful, what may not pay the desired dividend regardless of effort, is not my greatest virtue. One of the sayings from 12-step programs is, "The only way out is through." I know this to be true. To be stronger, to be more safe and mobile, more independent, feels like a possibility. It calls to me constantly. My heart longs for those enhanced attributes beyond any other wish. No one else can make it happen. Medicare has provided all the physical therapy it deems appropriate or beneficial. I know more is possible, yet have shilly-shallied, let time pass and lost ground I had gained.
Courage and trust. If they were easily summoned, everyone would posses them. I must assume some aspect of the universe believes I am capable of this or the dream would not exist.