Not the actual running, I already love that. But the posts that people have about running, even though I probably will never be able to run those distances again someday. It's hard. It's hard to know that I have the drive and the passion and the discipline and...everything but the feet to run that long again. And for a while I was happy because I went from not being able to run at all, so every little mile felt like victory. But now, I'm in that ungrateful part. The part where I want more and I see those that have more. And yet I am going to get over myself and start liking their posts.
Because... there are brokenhearted and lonely people that like my posts about how in love I am with my husband.
Because ...there are people that have never gone to Disney World and still like when I post about going on California Screaming.
Because ...there are people that long to road trip and travel in the summer and never get to and like my posts about driving all the way to Cape Hatteras.
Because ...there are people out there that have lost their children from cancer, accidents, health problems, war, miscarriages...and other tragedies and still like my posts about my kids having a great basketball game.
I say this not so that we don't post our celebrations and joys in life but that we start joining in others celebrations more. Because lets be honest, we all have our something that is hard to like. Not because we don't like it but because we love it...and those my friends are the hardest. But those are the ones that I think are going to change us from wishing it was us to truly celebrating somebody else.
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