Writers Should Get Hazard Pay
I try to remember to get up from my computer every hour and stretch. Even so, my back hurts. I hold stress in my neck and shoulders causing stiffness and pain and sciatica zingers shoot down my legs.
My physical therapist and I are so close she came over for Thanksgiving dinner last year. Now I’m two-timing her with a massage therapist, and cheating on both with a yoga practitioner.
I meditate to calm down so as to keep all my medical appointments straight.
This morning in meditation, it came to me that I felt anger and bitterness toward my aching back. I distinctly heard my back talk back.
“I’ve been supporting you for decades.”
I opened my eyes, but my husband was no where in sight.
“I’ve been with you through every up and down of your life, constantly supporting you,”said my back. “And I don’t feel very appreciated.”
Wow. Attacking my body with negative thoughts is not helpful. Not healthful.
This Thanksgiving I’m going to be especially aware of the gift of my strong back and be grateful for it.
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