talking about being physically able. Every morning, without fail, my body crawls out of bed and goes about it's day. Maybe there'll be some aches and pains, but I can still get myself out of bed. Each moment is filled with another breath and another heart beat. I. Am. Able. And that's huge.
I'm also reminded to cherish the things that I need to do. You know, like work, pay bills, do the laundry, exercise, get my teeth cleaned, etc. I have a job, I have the things which warrant the bills, I have clothes, I have an able body, I have teeth. There are many people who don't have these things, or didn't even get the chance.
Twenty-nine years ago today, my little sister, Christina, died from cancer. She was three. In her three years she was poked, prodded and pumped full of chemo. You know what else she did? She lived. She played, and danced, and sang, and wore fancy dresses. She demanded everything be purple. She, with a chest catheter and a bald head, lived, for three solid years.
I'm not trying to make anyone sad with this blog. I'm not trying to guilt anyone into loving paying their bills either. Honestly. I'm not. I am, however, reminding you that if you're reading this, you are able in so many ways that others are not. I'm just reminding you, that's all. I need reminding, too. Today is my day that I'm reminded. Today is my gift, and I'm sharing that with you.
I hope you're all well, at peace and can find something to love today. Have a great weekend (I'm taking it off, even Monday!) xo