Misc thoughts
Locker rooms are seriously dangerous. You laugh now, but seriously, the floors in there are slippery, and do not have mats anywhere. I almost fell yesterday, on my way back from the shower. I never realized how much are haste makes waist. I think it is the same for anywhere if we keep on rushing we are more likely to get hurt. I slipped on the tile floor of my parents house a long time ago, but still feel it in my tailbone from the fall.
I am naturally pretty boney, which means I am highly susceptible to bruising post falls. I am trying to curtail that by working out, getting stronger, and noticing my surroundings more. Call me grace seems to be pretty common for when I take nose dive and fall right down. It's actually pretty scary if you aren't paying close attention or you accidentally misinterpret where a step might be or etc.
I think people don't realize an injury from a fall can range from a sprain to a complete bone break, depending on how you fell, where you fell, and how fast you fell. Children also are vulnerable as well as the elderly for falls. Their bodies are fragile; kids are still developing and older people's agility is declining the closer they reach to aging process. I have tripped up the stairs, but merely because I was texting and even tripped down the stairs because instead of using the railing, I wanted to scale on down like a rock star by running. Both ended in near misses of falls! I braced myself luckily, grasped the handle and then after a complete half heart attack, realigned myself and began walking without using a phone or speedy walking.
I am learning so much from the therapy I am taking. I seriously want to quit every day though. It really isn't easy and it feels embarrassing and frustrating all at the same time. She really has me work my program. I keep forgetting to take notes, like I know I will miss something if I don't write it down. The hardest part is not being able to tell my mother any of it. I feel like I am betraying her because I tell her everything and if she finds out what I am learning, I know the resentment will begin.
Going through the past, and talking about present details at the same time becomes confusing. I have to remember some things I said so long ago, or try to recapture as best I can, how I felt at the time. I really want to work this program. We have only scratched the surface. I feel like it will take a few years or more to get to the real nitty gritty. It's exciting, but also frightening what I am finding out.
I am unbelievably grateful, I am finally able to share this with my sister. At the same time, you have to really get to the bottom of it I feel like. I think there is a reason things went down the way they did, when all four of us were at home. I think it was a big deal to be able to mention it to my bible study group of women too because for me, I still want to be where they are at, but if I am honest, I am not and don't need to be.
There is that pull and hopes of being 30 though. I still picture that movie 13 Going on 30 where Jennifer Garner wakes up and she's grown up. The only difference is, I am 4 years away from it. I had to stop feeling that way. A lot can happen in four years. I think when I focus so much on the process or reading assigned books whether bible studies, or help books, I forget I can't let it rule me.
For now, I just have to say I am really glad at far how I have come. It is really a journey of sorts. It hasn't been easy, especially when I feel like dwelling on the friendships I lost, or the things I felt could have been better. maybe, though, maybe it was all supposed to be that way, for me to arrive at this door of therapy and help me grow, but at the same time, realize this is a time where I can also still be me too, always from now until I leave. Until next time, breakfast is calling!
I am naturally pretty boney, which means I am highly susceptible to bruising post falls. I am trying to curtail that by working out, getting stronger, and noticing my surroundings more. Call me grace seems to be pretty common for when I take nose dive and fall right down. It's actually pretty scary if you aren't paying close attention or you accidentally misinterpret where a step might be or etc.
I think people don't realize an injury from a fall can range from a sprain to a complete bone break, depending on how you fell, where you fell, and how fast you fell. Children also are vulnerable as well as the elderly for falls. Their bodies are fragile; kids are still developing and older people's agility is declining the closer they reach to aging process. I have tripped up the stairs, but merely because I was texting and even tripped down the stairs because instead of using the railing, I wanted to scale on down like a rock star by running. Both ended in near misses of falls! I braced myself luckily, grasped the handle and then after a complete half heart attack, realigned myself and began walking without using a phone or speedy walking.
I am learning so much from the therapy I am taking. I seriously want to quit every day though. It really isn't easy and it feels embarrassing and frustrating all at the same time. She really has me work my program. I keep forgetting to take notes, like I know I will miss something if I don't write it down. The hardest part is not being able to tell my mother any of it. I feel like I am betraying her because I tell her everything and if she finds out what I am learning, I know the resentment will begin.
Going through the past, and talking about present details at the same time becomes confusing. I have to remember some things I said so long ago, or try to recapture as best I can, how I felt at the time. I really want to work this program. We have only scratched the surface. I feel like it will take a few years or more to get to the real nitty gritty. It's exciting, but also frightening what I am finding out.
I am unbelievably grateful, I am finally able to share this with my sister. At the same time, you have to really get to the bottom of it I feel like. I think there is a reason things went down the way they did, when all four of us were at home. I think it was a big deal to be able to mention it to my bible study group of women too because for me, I still want to be where they are at, but if I am honest, I am not and don't need to be.
There is that pull and hopes of being 30 though. I still picture that movie 13 Going on 30 where Jennifer Garner wakes up and she's grown up. The only difference is, I am 4 years away from it. I had to stop feeling that way. A lot can happen in four years. I think when I focus so much on the process or reading assigned books whether bible studies, or help books, I forget I can't let it rule me.
For now, I just have to say I am really glad at far how I have come. It is really a journey of sorts. It hasn't been easy, especially when I feel like dwelling on the friendships I lost, or the things I felt could have been better. maybe, though, maybe it was all supposed to be that way, for me to arrive at this door of therapy and help me grow, but at the same time, realize this is a time where I can also still be me too, always from now until I leave. Until next time, breakfast is calling!
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