Today I was reminded of something that I am often reminded about but don’t really take the time to step back and observe and in the theme of being mindful–take the time to be mindful of.
First, I had an interview today with a single mom who adopted two daughters from China, one of whom has a rare blood disorder that she will have to battle with her entire life.
Secondly, we had another Hello Life fighter walk in the NEDA Walk today in Philadelphia, who not only wore a tank top that said “hello life” on the top, but she walked proud and brave.
Thirdly, we had another fighter -actually a few fighters-who are just making insane strides in their recovery all because they are fighting for it each day.
I’ve gotten emails in this past week from so many people who are saying they are struggling with the same struggles of being mindful and learning how to balance recovery and life.
My brother is fighting in a MMA fight today trying to push his career to the next level. He’s trained weeks for it.
Sometimes, actually a lot of the time, especially for addicts, it’s easy for us to think we are the only ones fighting or the only ones suffering.
Many days I have the tendency to sit and think that I am the only person in this entire state whose fighting with my body image, my Ed voices or my desire to learn to love myself.
But I’m not.
I am so not. I actually personally have a close friend here who battles the same thing. And I’ve met a few other people who battle with it too.
I am not the only one fighting to love myself and accept myself as is.
That girl I interviewed today will forever fight to accept that getting blood transfusions every month is her way of life.
Our fighter that walked in the NEDA Walk today fought to be there. I know it wasn’t easy for her to be there because I know it wasn’t easy for me to walk in my NEDA walk last year either. It means you’re openly admitting that your fighting a disease that for a long time you tried to convince yourself you didn’t have.
But yet she did it. She went. She walked in it proudly. She was a fighter.
All the people who emailed me this week from around the world are battling with new jobs, new school semesters, new routines or just finding balance in general.
My brother is putting his hard work, his heart and his vulnerability on the line today when he walks into that ring.
We are all fighting for something: wether it’s our fight for self love, a big win in a fight, a job, a meal victory or just fighting for the strength to wake up every day and give the world our all, we are all fighting in some way or another.
It’s important from time to time, to realize that other people are also fighting and struggling and it’s important to give them that recognition.
For everyone who is fighting, standing tall, and learning how to navigate through this crazy thing we call living…hello life.