Website for writer and consultant Erin Bank
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
Stagnation, it seems, isn’t good for much of anything. So, when it comes to giving ourselves a break, are we stagnating or keeping the blood moving?
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.
It’s a simple equation, though: discomfort = growth. As is unknown = scary.
For as much as I like to tell myself that I don’t care what other people think, that I have a fierce independent streak and stubbornness that I can take care of myself and need to be able to do what I want to do, I still can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched.
But this isn’t a story about that trip. Or even my first months in San Francisco which turned into now six-and-a-half years here. This is a story about what that six-and-a-half-year-old me would have given to know what present me is up to.
I would like to share a story, one that isn't over but one that has a satisfying little click of purpose. Of forward movement.
And as with all good stories, this one has a beginning even earlier than what it seems.
They said writing would be hard. They forgot to mention editing.
Learning to listen to our bodies.
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