I am so lucky. In the past few days I have felt an overwhelming sense of wellness and calm. Surprising, because it’s been a really tough week.
My body was pain free Friday for the first time in almost two years. My back didn’t hurt, my knees didn’t hurt, my foot wasn’t numb. My mind was calm after an exhausting and emotional day revisiting Sherry’s death and the months following.
Make no mistake, I have to work at it. It’s a continuous cycle that can sometimes be vicious. I’m not always well, I’m not the same and I may never be. While running Saturday, I said to my runnning partner, “someday’s it’s so frustrating, I just want to go to bed! But I have to stretch, meditate, be quiet so my mind will shut down and sleep will arrive.” I know what I have to do to be well; and it takes time.
So why am I lucky? I’m lucky because I have people that have taken the time and care to teach me these things. I’m lucky because I’m surrounded by kind and loving people. I’m lucky because I have amazing friends who listen and hear me. Then they help me understand, empathize and release the anger. They don’t perpetuate the anger, the grief and the negative feelings. They help me find the light, the good, the alternative.
When we cruised into Streatside for breakfast after our 10 miles on Saturday (okay, maybe it wasn’t cruise… the last mile for me was pretty painful!) I felt an overwhelming sense of belonging. These are my people. They are welcoming, they smile, they greet you. They don’t care if you are fast or slow, fat or thin, young or old. They are runners and they are together to enjoy being outside and time with others.
I’m thankful today that I have been embraced by so many wonderful people. You make me well. Thank you.