Just now I got hit with a picture of myself strolling through Manhattan, covering a distance I wouldn't have dreamed of before, not wondering when I would be stopped in my tracks and forced to limp, pain-free and smiling. What a blessing to be reminded of why I did this to myself and what's on the other side. Thank you, imagination.
(This is how The Secret works, right? You just have to imagine it and it will happen? I'll start working on some bigger things once I get walking down again. Feel free to post any requests.)