Thursday, November 14, 2019

Looking Around

Yesterday, I was on the treadmill at my gym.
Yup, I was there.
Walking.
Moving.
My Tony came up on my right and was telling me stories from their Vegas trip.
My Sergio was on my left, and waited his turn to tell me all about his medical testing this week.
My Sunday Walking Buddy (whose name I still know not) came in, looked at the two of them, shook his head, put his hands in the air and walked back out!!
He apparently felt that the other 30 treadmills were just not good enough if he couldn't watch CNN whilst walking next to me in silence while I watched sports!

I haven't lifted for a couple of weeks.
Just walking.
Moving.
Reminding myself that my life is good.
It is blessed.
Although symptoms are worsening, I am still able to do things they never thought I'd do.
And, I'm not running - physically or emotionally.
Afterall, I HATE running.

While I talked to Sergio about his testing (the same testing I have done regularly), he reminded me that we are both living.
We both know that one day, we will cease living.
But until then, we both are choosing life.
Sergio is around 60 years old.
When he talks, everyone listens.
Everyone knows Sergio.
Our bond is our health issues.
He told Tony yesterday that he talks to no one like he talks to me because he knows I understand.
And, the same can be said for how I talk to him.
Each day, I am so grateful for better understanding, a clearer mind, a mind that actually thinks with a more developed feeling monitor...
I am grateful that I am able to talk myself through thoughts and emotions, experiences and activities.
Each day and night, prior to door dashing, I say a prayer.
I pray for safety.
I pray for the health and strength I will need.
I pray that my brain will hold up under the pressure.
I also pray with thanks.
Every single dash I get, every single delivery I get, I tell God I am thankful.

A grateful heart really does provide more abundance.
It provides more joy in our journey.
There is always good.
Our lives really are pretty amazing, despite all of the not-so-amazing parts.


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