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I'm having a serious moment here at the bird. Okay I'm having several.
My parents are big believers in alternative medicine. It's not that they won't go to the doctor or hospital, but in terms of daily living they are definitely vitamin takers and proponents of overall wellness that comes from non-traditional methods. When I was in my early twenties I finally allowed them to convince me to see an iridologist. At the office she put a blown up view of my eye on her computer screen and proceeded to tell me how the different parts of the eye related to different parts of my body, and what deficiencies seemed to be apparent. It was quite interesting and, remarkably, quite accurate. She said something that day that has stuck with me ever since: Listen to your body.
My freaking wrist doing what it's doing with the carpal tunnel is my body screaming at me to slow down. Easier said than done. People have to work, right? In the past 24 to 48 hours all but a couple of projects have managed to miraculously clear from my desk. It's a weird feeling. As things have slowed down I've been able to go to bed earlier, rest my wrist (I'm reading your blogs, but trying to keep my wrist still), and actually have some quiet time to just sit with my thoughts.
The other day while reading Sarah's blog the strangest thing happened: out of nowhere I experienced a pang of sadness when she talked about surprising her son with tickets to an advanced screening of Cars 2. Unlike a lot women I've never been one who cared if I had kids. I mean I like kids just fine and all, but it's never been a priority or even desire to have my own. I'm more that person who, on any given day, is trying to figure out a way load my bike like so up top and just run away from it all. You can't imagine how bewildered I was to feel the way I felt reading Sarah's words. Hmmmmm. I don't quite know what to say or think about this. It is absolutely uncharacteristic of me. And I've just blurted it out to the blog world. Good thing I don't have thousands of readers.
Now that I've completely freaked myself out I'm going to continue purging my closets (pile of over 10 things so far!) -- and perhaps allow my mind to continue to venture into serious life things in the days ahead. I'm scaring myself. I need a nap.
I'm trying to listen to my body. Grown-Up Things , Listen To Your Body
