Today I am grateful for my health.
Several years ago I had my own brush with mortality and can say without a doubt, I am one of the luckiest people I know in this respect. Sure, it spun me into a deep depression (which had been there all along but finally gave me a reason to name it) and put me into major uncertainty for months, if not years. But ultimately, I am here and in good (if not robust ) health.
So while in my day-to-day, I lament my constant yo-yoing of weight, or how i can’t wear heels anymore because of a bunion, or how my jaw hurts when I chew gum, I am, at the end of the day, forever thankful to this body of mine.
It has walked me through 43 years of life. I have abused it to no end. I have certainly not treated it as a friend. And it continues to support me, to reshape, to acclimate, and to be.
For this, I am grateful.