The language of hard things

The version of me, walking away from the wheelchair inside the jar is a very different me than I am now
We all have versions of ourselves 
And we all face hard times 
Once you go through it 
You get a language for the hard things 
You deepen into something better 
Or it turns you bitter 
It’s a choice we all have 
I have no idea why I got sick
I have no idea why I was cured 
And I’ve accepted my miracle with tremendous gratitude 
I want to use my life to help 
To offer hope and a new perspective 
I’ve learned to be where my feet are 
In this moment 
Am I still glad to be me?
Absolutely 
I am very loved 
I carry a wisdom that before would have been impossible 
An awareness of how fragile and unpredictable life is
What a blessing it is just to tie my shoes and cook again 
The basics are what we forget about in the busyness 
In striving to perfect ourselves 
We forget to pray 
To actively seek joy
To say thank you for waking up
It’s another day
With another chance 
What a gift 
What a gift