This morning, in the context of an email about another subject, a co-worker commented that he completed a full marathon last week. I sent back a congratulatory note, but had to stop myself from adding, “… I envy your ability to run because I can’t anymore.”
It’s hard not to miss the things I used to do and be a bit envious of those who can still do them with ease. Because of that, it’s also hard not to express that in conversation. I have to remind myself that not all conversations are about me or my disease, and that the real/right thing is to be genuinely happy for and celebrate with those people who can. They don’t need their feelings of accomplishments diminished by my feelings of inability.
There’s an old prayer (that I’ve probably posted here before): Lord, please keep your arm around my shoulder — and your hand over my mouth.
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