Dear Galactically Bada** Body,
I owe you an apology. In a big way.
I’m sorry for all the time I spent cussing you for not being what I wanted. I apologize for verbally abusing you. You never deserved it.
I apologize for not wearing sunscreen as a teenager.
And for not wearing sunscreen last week....
For Failure to Rescue
For Failure to Hydrate.
For Failure to properly Fuel.
I am really wicked sorry about my habit of “ignoring symptoms”. It’s unfair to you and I appreciate that if I listened when you whispered, I wouldn’t have to cover my ears when you shout.
I am sorry for all the times I didn’t see you for the beautiful thing that you are.
For setting you aside to do something else.
For “tomorrow I’ll....” and the tomorrows that never came.
Most of all, I am sorry for accusing you of failing me, when I am the one who has failed you. You are my responsibility, my companion, and my vessel.
Now that I better understand that, I will strive to be a good steward of the wealth of gifts that you have bestowed upon me.