Two weeks ago, I was diagnosed with plantar fascitis. Read all about it here. It's not that bad and extremely common, especially with people who run.
This post isn't about the plantar fascitis. It's about my reaction to it.
I like to think I'm a grateful person. That I give thanks for my blessings, that I don't take things for granted.
However, this little diagnosis and my reaction to it has gotten me thinking that I just might not be as grateful as I think I am.
With plantar fascitis comes a fair amount of chronic heel pain. It causes me to have to sit to rest my heel, to not run, to not stand as much while teaching and to think about each step when I'm walking.
All I have been able to do about it is complain. Complain to my husband. Complain to my mom. Complain to my co-workers. Complain to my son's daycare (seriously). Complain to my extended family.
All I have done is complain about my foot pain. Mind you, this pain, while annoying, is not debilitating. I can drive, I can walk (carefully), I can keep up with my normal, day to day activity. I only had to miss work one day.
One thing I can't do: run.
So, what have I focused on? The fact that I can't run. I can still do the elliptical, the bike and the stair climber, but I have gone on and on about how I can't run.
Then, I ran into K in the hallway. K is a special needs child at my school. She has CP and only learned to walk in the first grade. She is now a fourth grader and I see her walking all the time. She has a pronounced gait, and the steps still do not come easy for her, and yet, I see her. Walking. Unaided. Because she has legs that will allow her to do it. When she sees me, she smiles and waves. And keeps walking.
And I'm sitting here complaining about a very common form of heel pain that causes me to be unable to run.
Seeing her in the hallway, taking slow, labored steps caused me to think that my attitude of gratitude needs a serious adjustment.
Have you ever wrestled with gratitude? What did you do to resolve it?