Someone stopped this morning and ask me how I smile and wave, with apparent pain they think I have when they see me limping some. I thought a moment and told him, and I mean this, the pain reminds me that I am alive.
It reminds me to enjoy my breakfast, enjoy playing with Mom’s dog, enjoy walking, enjoy having conversation. Do I wish the pain did not exist? I do, but it does, on occasion, and it really does remind me that I am alive.
Things such as this come to my mind, I don’t try to make sure that before I post, that it makes sense. Life is not long enough to do that anymore for me. I really rely a lot on my gut feeling. I have to.