My Sacred Life Day 8

I am so, so grateful today for my feet.

A few days ago, I'd hurt my right foot in some odd way that I never quite figured out. Well, I guessed it was a bone spur, but had to wait the whole weekend to get to see a doctor. In my mind it was a bone spur, and I needed surgery, wouldn't be able to walk for "up to a year" (which I'd read was possible somewhere, probably an unrealistically long estimate), saw myself as an invalid again, pictured myself in a wheelchair again and 250 pounds, etc.

Then, last night, the excruciating pain and the red spot disappeared suddenly. For no reason. And so I walked gingerly on it, fully expecting it to come back. After all, we never knew what it was, and it could easily come back, I thought. Walked on it all day today and all is well. So far. Now at last, I see myself walking again, healthy, legs no longer swollen, feet supporting me in my journey. Which I could have seen, of course, from the very beginning.

I get a little nutty when I can't walk. I am very active, and walking helps me so much to stay balanced. I could kick myself that I let my imagination go crazy at times, though.

So, tonight, I have happy feet. And I am truly happy to have feet that support me, and that have supported me for over half a century.