Angells and demons

Sometimes you've just got to be grateful for the small things, because it turns out they might be the biggest ones of all.

After spending nearly seven months dealing with my feet I don't take walking for granted. It's still a wonder for me when I take out the trash, or shop for groceries without pain.

Being able to vacuum, clean the bathroom, work on my hobby, all fall into the same category in many ways.

Maybe that is one of the paradoxes of growing older.

One careless misstep and, BOOM, the grim reaper lurks, waiting for the fall, the stumble, the stubbed toe, ready to leap upon me and steal the rest of my life.

Without mobility life speeds up. Every moment spent tied to a chair sucks the vitality out of me, so I glory in the smallest victories.

Going for the gold means being mindful.