The "Mercy for the Flesh"

Dear Delyara, My body has become a landscape of limitations. I used to be able to run for miles, to work until dawn, to be invincible. Now, I am a collection of "be carefuls" and "not today." I felt like my body had betrayed me, like it was a traitor to my spirit. But tonight, I am signing a treaty. I wrote a letter of mercy to my tired joints and my weary mind. I realized that my body isn't an enemy to be conquered; it is a loyal servant that has been carrying me through a war. I am leaving the anger here. I am replacing it with a soft, quiet gratitude. I am learning to love the house I live in, even if the roof is leaking.