“I vow to love and honor you in sickness and in health.” I blinked back tears as Dan and I watched the lovebirds celebrate their new year’s wedding. And then, just as I was launching my own new year . . . I got sick.
Not terribly sick, but a monstrous head cold that has sapped the energy out of my first week of 2011. I’m not a nice convalescent, I admit it. I lament and moan and throw tissues on the floor like a big ol’ baby. I sink into a pit of mucus-induced despair.
As I lay in bed, ruminating about why my year would begin so inauspiciously, I searched for the lesson. Surrender and acceptance were obvious — challenging but obvious. Then it hit me . . . . gratitude. So I began to list my immediate blessings: a soft, warm bed, the many wonders of modern drugs, my doting husband, and the hope of a full recovery.
Gratitude is perhaps one of my most powerful antidotes. It has shifted me out of my pity party and into a realm of peacefulness. As I move into the new year, I vow to be grateful in sickness and in health.
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