My body isn’t quite back to normal and my energy gets used up pretty quickly. It has only been six weeks, which seems like a long time but it really isn’t. I didn’t have any expectations for how long recovery was going to be, but apparently I thought I’d be fine by now. Some days that last percent drives me crazy, because I don’t like it when I can’t do what I want to. Being thankful is what gets me through those difficult days. Today I ran a mile, which isn’t that impressive. But I was grateful for every step because last week I couldn’t run that far. This process has shown me how to be humble as well. Admitting that I can’t do something or need someone to do it for me is not one of my skills, but I'm working on it.
I’ve noticed that I haven’t been writing as much lately, and I think that’s because I really don’t have anything to process right now. Forgive my lack of words, but I’m content. And that is beautiful beyond anything I could write.
Here’s some evidence of summer adventures...
I know indeed how to live in humble circumstances; I know also how to live with abundance. In every circumstance and in all things I have learned the secret of being well fed and of going hungry, of living in abundance and of being in need. I have the strength for everything through him who empowers me.
