How many times a day do you find yourself resisting or complaining about doing a 'chore' or something you don't feel like doing?
I can't think of the number of times I used to whinge when my Mum would ask me to take the dog for a walk. I viewed it as a chore instead of a joy. He wanted to stop and smell the roses. As a teenager and into my early 20's, I definitely didn't want to do that, so I didn't view walking him as a fun part of my day.
You don't know what you've lost until its gone.
You never know when life will throw you a massive curve ball. When the things you take for granted can no longer be done. When you think that it can't happen to you, when really, all but for the Grace of God it can happen to anyone.
Cherish the small moments. Find the joy. Because for me, when I was 24 and could no longer walk, was reliant on a wheelchair and walking sticks, all I wanted to do was walk my dog #yepthereistheirony
We've had Horus for nearly 9 years now. And for the first 8 years of his life I couldn't walk him. You can bet your ass that I find infinite gratitude in walking him now. 🙌🙌 #forevergrateful #guillainbarresyndrome
P.S. for anyone who has seen photos of Horus over the past couple of days in my stories, yep the bucket (aka satellite dish) still reigns, I gave him a little bucket-break for his walk. His eye is healing really well 💕