Twelve

So I'm sitting here having a pity party for myself when I realize that there is actually something to be learned from this situation.
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This week has been rough. 
Monday, I tripped over a sprinkler head and cut up my toes pretty badly and bruised them a little bit. All in a day of Brittani's life. No red flags yet.

Tuesday, I was running to train for a 5k because I'm trying to get all 'fit' or something and I hurt my ankle pretty badly somehow. It's definitely a recurring thing because I'm just such a klutz so this isn't to surprising either just a bit of a bummer.

Wednesday, I was cutting watermelon after going for a two mile walk (because I couldn't run today with my ankle especially after I woke up and could barley walk on it), just trying to eat healthy, and I cut my hand in that spot between your thumb and pointer finger and it just would not clot. This is the second cut this year.

OH, and that's not to mention the fact that my allergies are basically killing me right now.

All of these events separately are pretty predictable events in my life. But I was sitting here thinking about how sucky it is that they all happened it one week. And I started thinking "Oh woe is me" and started wishing I had some cheese to go with my whine.

But I thought about how ungrateful that made me.

I was still able to walk. And talk. And breathe. And live! (Yes, I know that escalated quickly.)

I have this wonderful body I've been blessed with that, sure, I sometimes wish would be a little more invincible - but I have one. And it sure has taken a few beatings in my day (see here) But still I can wake up everyday and do things that I love.

Just one little change in perspective made all the difference. And I'm grateful I took a break from my pity party to find a way to have a real celebration.