Work was rushed, but not the busy day it usually is. I had an appointment with a healer today and I needed to be there by 1 (after the parenting class). I am very open-minded: I believe almost anything (within reason)is possible. My brain, however, is another matter. This wicked little mass has gotten me in more trouble with its bright ideas and opposing thoughts.
The osteopathy was amazing. I felt my body reacting to it and yet…as I felt it happening, my brain would yell at me: “No, no no! It’s just lactic acid moving! Kinda like all the deep tis
sue massage you had for your back, stop being such a hippie-dip!” My brain is really rather rude at times. The Doctor was amazing. She made me feel like I’m way down South, very gentle and using the word “fiddlin’” whilst explaining what she was doing with my shoulders. I hopehopehope my brain shuts up for a while and realizes that THIS is what I need to do to heal. ..this and possibly surgery (if the MRI determines it). I am done with hurting like this.
I went to the store and was kind of disgusted. We have so many fucking brands. STACKS and ROWS of beer, yogurt, mustards, oils, eggs, milks, breads, etc. LOOK at all the meats, poultry and seafood…and this is one store. I understand choice, but come on. There are how many billions of people live on this on this Earth? I feel sick.
I gave my 30 day notice at the gym today. As close as we are and as many options as it has, I still only made 2 times a week the first week and that was a struggle because it was a “have to.” Sunday at PipeWorks with Kristin was ELECTRIC. It was filled with “Ohfuckohfuck!” as I was climbing and then pure “I survived!” as I descended. My blood was pulsating and every molecule was on fiyah. This is what I need to do, plus with a climbing partner, I have a responsibility <said Cartman-style>
Today is the last day on Match. I have successfully completed my 3 months – although I never went on a second date, so I’m not sure how successful that is, but I high-fived myself. I almost put myself out there and I feel that had I meet a compatible person, it would have been different. Happy days, happy days in my life, indeed. <beaming heart>
Pictures: This morning’s Wicked Tree; Kids co-baking up a dessert Ethan wanted to concoct.
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