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.