June 5, 2018
Today I opened my Instagram app, and the first picture I saw was of a blogger I had been following for years. She is fighting cancer. When I saw her picture and read her caption, my heart sank. She posted a picture of how she used to look before chemo treatments, and in her caption she wrote about missing who she used to be. All she dreams of doing now are the simple things she took for granted before the cancer. She longs to just be able to eat, run errands, and go to the gym. I complained earlier about going to the grocery store and working out. I feel embarrassed and ashamed. Here she is praying that she could eat and run errands, and here I am, healthy, and tripping about doing both. I'm getting my mind right real quick, and vowing to be grateful even for the littliest things. I'm checking myself.