This body, I love.

It has been through so much victory...and pain.
Strength and Speed.
Pain and surgery and recovery.

This process is on it’s own time. Dammit. 
I wish it were on MY schedule.

But isn’t that the way it goes? 
We can take action, yet not be completely in control.

GAH. So hard for a recovering control freak like me.

This scar keeps me humble. 
This scar reminds me that I have to be kind and gentle and PATIENT.

My body is more than a tool. More than a machine.
It’s the vessel where my soul resides.

So, instead of frustration and anger…

This body, I love.

Love YOU More.