Two at a time

Two words.
Two beats.

How and what you do before, between, and after them makes all the difference.

All the difference.

"Thank you" with two heartbeats.

Thank you.

Thank you to every single one of you that wrote, texted, emailed, called, posted, tweeted, commented, visited or even thought of me in the past two weeks. Even if it was once, and only once with a fleeting thought.. thank you. Our foundation, our source of life, our soul, our furnace, our factory comes from the heart. Some topical, others deep down inside.

Open heart surgery is not fun.
Open heart surgery is not something to be recovered from on the surface where the valve, sutures and sternum can be found.
Open heart surgery affects everything from the inside out.
Every single beat matters.
Every single breath matters.
Every single step matters.

Patience for the patient.
Taking heart with all your heart.

In a lighter yet sincere note, I'd like to thank the following:
1. God for being my wingman.
2. Percocet for giving me flight from the pain.
3. My family.
4. My Friends.
5. The nurses for caring, giving, and tending to me.
6. Coworkers that could easily be slotted into friends, or family.
7. Seth Godin for emailing back and forth with me.
8. Guerrilla Fitness for covering the sky with red stars during my darkest moments.
9. The blue heart pillow for keeping my sternum intact when I learned to laugh again.
10. HE>I for the shirt to recover in.
11. Jake from Compete Every Day.
12. Matt from Hillsong.
13. Andrew for lifting me up in my state of glorious ruins.
14. Joe's wife for the ridiculous turkey chili.
15. Bacon, burgers, and BBQ once I got home.

Thank you, and thank you.

I hope this post finds you well, and I hope you never underestimate the beauty, power, and world captured in and between those two beat in your chest.

I can now say: "I'm here."

Soon enough it'll read: "I'm back."