Today, at my workshop, a lady explained how several of her patients had passed away—she is a nurse. Someone spoke up, “Well, there is a cold going around…” A cold?! Really?! I’m sure that’s what killed them all… I thought. Truth is, isn’t one, epic, metaphorical cold that gets us all down from time to time? The mind, body, and soul can only handle too many poor decisions, too many colds, before it succumbs to the depths of the earth, buried six feet under.
Just for today, I will view my recovery as a good thing: As a way of prolonging my life.