I've spent the past couple of months navigating a veritable host of minor maladies and tribulations with my personal spaceship, this human body. I'm trying to hold an even perspective on the matter as I have a couple of friends who are living with major diagnoses carrying unknown trajectories into the future. In comparison, I've got the sniffles. At the same time, this is my reality, my story and I'm working on acknowledging that it's valid without making a compare/contrast study if I am or am not worthy to have the struggle I'm having. My friend Mimi's grandfather once said that if everyone you know got together and put their problems in a bag in the center of the room and you could choose to leave with any bag you wanted, you'd walk out with your own. Amen to that. You still have a bag of woes, it's just your bag. So you may as well dig in.