Under the magnifying glass

Not feeling good is a drain on my whole body, but I need to beware of learned habits and feelings blocking the real ones.

Age takes every little flaw and magnifies it.

And everything is tied to everything else.

So today, when I was carefully walking through the antique store, having trouble keeping up with the elderly woman going to unlock a case for me, I suddenly picked up my speed and was amazed that it didn't hurt, or pinch! Part of it was the wooden floors. They are much more forgiving than concrete and tile, but part of it is that I might be really healing!

I've become so used to re-injuring myself, that I didn't realize how much I might be over compensating.

By the end of the day, after an hour or so in the store and a short walk in the park, I came home thoroughly exhausted, cold and head-achy. I couldn't get warm, but finally conceding to taking some Tylenol and wrapped up in blanket and quilt, I napped for a couple of hours, got up and ate dinner and felt much better.

There's a fine line between pushing enough and too much. Lean too much either way and I could handicap myself forever.

It's always my choice and it's always a matter of judgement.