Trying to ride out the latest wave.
Going to physical therapy for various ailments is something I’ve done most of my life because I’ve always been involved in some sport or another. I remember my first stint as a high school gymnast, when I was dealing with sore ankles and their tendency to twist. I can still picture the therapist with a… Continue reading Latent Lollygagger: Causes and Symptoms
What to do when that list of "shoulds" interferes with a sick day.
On realizing that I’m tired of looking backward, that it’s time to turn forward and cross the bridge in front of me.
Learning to listen to our bodies.
[doldrums: plural noun] dol·drums | \ ˈdōl-drəmz 1: a spell of listlessness or despondency 2: a part of the ocean near the equator abounding in calms, squalls, and light shifting winds 3: a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or slump Erin: all of the above (except I am most definitely not near the equator)
Like my mind actually feels sticky. My thoughts feel sticky. Viscous. I can almost step out of my brain and watch them, unable to stop them from covering everything in a sticky goop. Resigning myself to letting them ooze, rather than taking the mop that’s in my hands and cleaning them up.
How is it possible that the unfeeling atoms in my body can align, know to align, to vibrate on a wavelength of grief and loss, at this exact time?
I don't know who's more excited: me now or me as a fifth grader.
Questions that float around my brain when I'm feeling fuzzy.