Awake

The other day, I fell while riding a skateboard. At first, I blamed the rocks and my son riding too close. It really hurt, and I felt sorry for myself. It had been such a wonderful day out. Now, it felt ruined.

But once I was done feeling sorry for myself and was sitting with the pain in my wrist and back, I realized that I was given a gift—a gift to be awake. I had taken the day for granted, and I forgot how fragile life was—that at any moment, it could be taken away.

I wasn’t wasting the day scrolling on my phone. I was out with my kids, spending it the way I wanted, yet I still was going through the motions. I wasn’t aware.

Awake.