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I started a video blog months ago which was intended to chronicle my shoulder surgery. Unfortunately recovery wasn't everything I hoped it would be. As my surgeon recently explained to me, my expectations were completely unrealistic.

In the past six months, I have made several attempts at explaining my rehabilitation. Anger and frustration surfaced with each reflection. The simple truth is that I just wanted to be back to normal. I wanted to be back in shape, feeling healthy, happy, strong, and fulfilled. More often than not, I felt tired, cranky, bored, and utterly weak. And since I placed myself esteem in the hands of my reflection my self worth diminished.

I think that miracles happen every second of every day. You have to keep your eyes and heart open to them though because if they go unacknowledged life quickly becomes dull.

Today I rode to the end of Long Beach Island with my boyfriend. It was so peaceful and quiet. We talked about what amenities a vacation house would need if we ever had the money.

As I rode, I became aware of the peace that existed along the ride. And I became aware of the     pleasure that Michael's presence brought to me.

I'm stating the obvious here but the kid with the "patience" tattoo has NO PATIENCE. And over the last six months I selfishly wanted to be anywhere other than where I was.

Today there is no place on earth that I want to be other than where I am. I just wanted to take a moment to be grateful and acknowledge all the events that brought me here because I feel very lucky.