Finding Flexibility
It is 5:30 a.m. and the alarm is going off one hour earlier than I’m used to; I groan at the thought of leaving my warm, comfortable bed. I realize it’s still dark and that thought does not sit well with me. Mutiny runs through my veins as I remember what the doctor said, “You need to be walking, not around the house, but around the block.”
My body slowly rolls out of bed; I frown at the stiffness I experience. It’s not just my body that’s stiff, it’s my attitude. I’m angry because my husband isn’t getting up with me; he’ll sleep for another hour. I don’t want to do this alone; I want company. This morning it’s all about me, my needs, my wants, and nothing is going my way. I’m not sure why, but I’m angry with God too.