Gratitude in Motion

There’s gratitude you sit with, and then there’s gratitude you move with. And lately, mine has been the kind that walks beside me.

It shows up on the treadmill when I don’t want to be there. In the driveway at 5:30 a.m., the cold air argues louder than motivation. In small wins, steady breath, and that moment when your body says stop but your mind says not today, we keep going.

This week, I’m thankful for motion.
Not the sprint…
but the showing up.
The pace you can maintain.
The push you choose, even when no one sees it.

I’m grateful for the people who move with me too, quietly, consistently:
• My mother, steady as bedrock, always there, always showing up.
• My wife, stronger than she knows, pushing past pain for family, for work, for everyone she loves.
• My girls, who don’t need to say much, their lives, their texts, their light centers me.
• Friends — old and new, who remind me that presence is the best gift.
• Charlie, the shadow that follows my feet like rhythm itself.

Gratitude isn’t still; it carries forward.
It fuels the next mile, the next morning, the following day, to keep going.

This Wednesday, I move with thanks, not just feel it.

Double-shot Reflection:
What gratitude are you carrying into motion today?