Gratitude Day #24: The Feet Edition

Today I am grateful for my feet.

They have always taken me where I need to go.

They've run away from home when they were only six years old. They've gotten me to school on time. They've walked away from sad relationships. They've stopped-started-slowed-stopped-turned while walking alongside a toddler. They've endured being trapped in high heels, roller skates, pinchy shoes, moon boots and roller blades.

The thing is, I totally take them for granted.

Until my car is in the shop.

Which it is, and has been for three days now.

We've walked many, many miles in the last few days, my feet and I. To the kids' school, to a job site, to meditation night, to work, to the library, to the grocery store, and home from all of these places. Only last night did they finally start complaining.

Thanks, feet. I appreciate you.

And it's a good thing you're helping me build up muscle in these legs. It makes for less of a chance that they'll buckle when I get the bill for the car.