This morning, I am better.
I’ve spent the last several days being humbled by stomach virus. You know the kind. No need to elaborate.
But this morning I woke up, took Nessie and went to Starbucks. After having been in bed for so long, I finally woke up at 5:00 AM and couldn’t go back to sleep. Suzie wouldn’t – shouldn’t – wake up for several hours but Nessie wakes up with whomever is earliest. So, off we went.
When I came home I started writing with the pent-up energy of someone housebound for too long. I felt behind. I picked a big subject. It’s been on my mind for a long while. I labored. I tried.
I failed.
It was too soon. What I wrote was too long. I didn’t capture the idea before my energy waned and I curled back up on the bed, frustrated with myself.
I shouldn’t have been. I have much to be happy about today. I’m getting better. Why ruin better by wishing I could climb mountains and leap buildings?
I should simply enjoy the better.
So, this is my plan and my blog – to celebrate being out of bed and getting better, to see the good, to let go of my frustrations and limitations. Given where I was a few short hours ago, I’ve got a lot for which to be thankful.
Every day I have the choice to be grateful for what I have or bitter for what I think I should have. The question of what I deserve usually doesn’t come up.
It’s easy to take things for granted that happen everyday without any effort on my part. My last few days have brought that into perspective.
