Turtle. Time.
I call it a nudge and it happens every 2-3 years. I’ll be going about my biz when my back whispers, you best be careful or slow yourself down or um, how many points must I make ?? Sometimes, I listen, most, I ignore, until … until …
Turtle. Time.
& I promise, I’ve been hydrating.
Yep, my water jug thingie and I are bff-s and H2O consumption is no longer a concern
& it doesn’t HURT hurt, it’s just there, for a few days now, reminding, reminding, REMINDING.
gaaaaaaa.
But two choices, I have. I can resist and gripe and fill my belly with Tylenol and go about my business or relax into it, roll with it’s flow and know life will return to normal, soon.
So. I write with my laptop on the kitchen counter and I take baby steps and make no sudden moves and sit when my brain tells me to sit and go about my days determinedly s l o w, realizing, it is what it is and this too, shall pass.
! ! YaY ! !
I thank for your lesson, Turtle. Time. And in a few short years, when my back, once again, whispers it’s insistence, I will !! pinky-swear !! listen.
Uh-huh. Yep. FOR. SURE.
🙂