This lesson never ends. When it does, I’ll be strolling on Gold!

During the past months at the physical therapist, my emotions rode a pouting rollercoaster of “Baby me” and “I hurt” and “woe is me” and stuff. Day after day, I had to choose to either dwell in the ride of my complaints or purpose to be present, to engage, to focus on the end goal not the momentary pain. My therapist is amazing, my trainer exceptional, and the vibe of the office is pleasant and kind, but if I didn’t join in and do my part, there is nothing this staff could have done for me. My pain would still be there, my bones would still hurt. I had to choose. Read more