It's been five years since I completed cycle 23 of IV chemotherapy. Five years ago I was bald. Today I brushed my hair.
Most of the time, brushing my hair is something I take for granted, but this morning I stopped and remembered being bald. I remembered waiting for my hair to grow back, and how I couldn't wait for my hair to be long enough to braid. This morning I braided my hair.
Hooray! I have hair! Yay for hair!
Today I remembered to stop and look at the path behind me. Pausing and remembering how hard life was, compared to how life is now, reminds me of my strength and brings me joy.
What problems have you triumphed over? Looking back, what brings you joy?