I just clocked out of a brutal 13-hour shift. I’m exhausted, I smell like sanitizer, and my feet are throbbing.

On my way home, I stopped for gas and heard a guy complaining loudly that he "had to" go to the gym later. He was literally groaning about having to lift weights.

And it took everything in me not to scream.

Two hours ago, I held the hand of a woman your age who was just told she will never walk unassisted again. Yesterday, I bathed a patient who would give his entire bank account just to have the strength to stand up and walk to a gym, let alone workout.

We get so caught up in the "grind" that we forget the baseline: Function is a luxury.

  - Being able to feel your legs burn on a run? Luxury.

  - Having the lung capacity to sigh because you're stressed? Luxury.

  - Having a heart that beats without a machine keeping rhythm? Luxury.

So if you're doom-scrolling right now looking for a "sign" to get up and do the work, this is it.

Do it because you can. Do it for the patients in Bed 4 who can't anymore.

Don't wait until your body becomes a prison to appreciate the freedom you have right now.

Go move.