Last June, I discovered I had some issues with high blood pressure–like, “you need to go to urgent care today before you have a stroke†bad. Finding the right meds was a challenge and one landed me in the ER.  Needless to say, I was frustrated, ashamed, scared, and angry.
Through it all, my boyfriend and family stood by and offered the encouragement they could. On July 4th with a certain amount of grim determination, I headed off to the Wooden Boat Festival at Lake Union, just being glad to get out and walk around. After we’d been out for a few hours, I was done, exhausted and all I wanted to do was sit down. My boyfriend gently poked fun at me as we tried to walk back up the hill to the house. He said I was slowing down the whole way up til I was barely moving. Internally, I was frustrated and raging at the world about how unfair it was–a month before I did a 3000’+ hike, no problem, and now I could hardly walk up a stupid hill!
Flash forward a year, and now I realize that I’m just days short of the 365 day mark. I no longer struggle in the same way with that walk up the hill. I never noticed the progress I made, just by being alive. I didn’t try to make it better, I’ve just going about my life. I have been lamenting the weight I’ve gained, and the lack of other “progress” I haven’t made, but today it struck me: A year ago I couldn’t do this. And today, I can. Maybe that’s enough.
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