As I sit here a week post surgery, I realize there’s so much in my life that I’ve taken for granted. Who would have thought that picking a piece of paper off the ground would be something that I miss? It’s difficult for me to admit when I need help, and that’s something that I’ve done. I have the help. I have the time to heal without worrying how to provide for my family.
I have the time to reflect, deflect, and just let things go.
It may seem like a small task, but trust me when I tell you it’s far more daunting than it seems.
So tonight, I am grateful.
Humbled.
Blessed.
And I realize there’s no other way to be.