Today would've been my friend Sarah's 40th birthday. After we rekindled our friendship a year or more ago, I promised myself, and blogged at length about it, that I would no longer take my body for granted.
That worked for a while. And then it didn't.
Today Sarah is no longer alive and her twin sister turns 40 alone. Sarah's body, ravaged by Type 1 diabetes through no fault of her own could no longer support her organs. Her sister still struggles with the disease.
Today somebody I love very much asked for help in a big way - to overcome their weight loss problem. I can help that person.
Today I'm going to have to realize that I've once again been ignoring the messages that God/Allah/The Universe is sending me.
Today is big.
Today I'm being smacked upside my big fat head.