I have responded to pain in so many ways throughout my life. I have done anger, sadness, frustration, ignoring, despair, and many other emotions of the spectrum.

As I hobbled to the bathroom this morning, frustration wanted to come out to ruin my mood. I stopped, smiled at myself and took a deep breath, loving myself.

I hobbled on, and suddenly it didn't matter that I was in pain. It mattered that I love the foot that brings it. My foot can only speak in the language of pain right now.

I have high hopes that one day, it will know the joys of being pain-free again. Until then, I'll continue to keep my emotions in check and send gratitude and love to my poor, battered limb.