Square, cash and a small notepad. We've all purchased the same pin of a deciduous tree in winter - the unifier. I'm stumped on what closure to use. I bought a zipper but now the reality of using it, open, close, open, close - not thinking that's such a brilliant idea. Guess I'll go phish on Etsy.
Wednesday was the four-month anniversary of my fall and broken neck. I was released from physical therapy two weeks ago and have been doing a little light yoga here at home. I know I need an instructor since mine moved back to PA but when I looked online, I discovered that there are a ton of yoga studios. I selected one, partly based on location and parking, and went for a self-study session Wednesday morning. Time got away from me and the next thing I knew I had spent an hour.
I felt great when I left, but when I woke up yesterday morning, every muscle complained. And here's the irony. On the list of classes, the self-study class is entitled "Mysore." And howdy! It's obnoxious but at the same time it's a wholesome kind of pain - it says I'm on the path to recovery. And last night I slept clear through for the first time. That more than anything says I'm doing the right thing.
Brown and white and black and blue, part 2
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