No, not you. Me. My back is in knots and I am very, very whiney about it. All I did was vacuum. And, snap! My lower back twisted into some reasonable facsimile of a pretzel and refuses to ease up. Even with powerful strong meds. Waaaaaahhhh!! I wanna feel good! I wanna work out!
I did take advantage of the horizontal nature of my day and read all of Karen Armstrong’s The Narrow Gate. I have a thing about feminine spirituality memoirs. It is part of my quest to find me – the genuine me – under pounds of fat, years of abuse, and layers of dogma. Sheesh, it is hard. Every time I think I am making progress I realize that the process is a thousand times more complicated than I first thought.
It is like cleaning out a closet. At first you are just going to straighten things up a bit – but before you know it you have everything out all over the room. And you are reading old letters and checking the pockets in purses you haven’t carried since high school – and then it is midnight and you can’t even see your bed under all of the stuff and you just want to go to sleep, but now you have this huge mess.
Well, it is midnight around here. Everything is piled out in front of me and I am trying to decide whether to throw it on the floor and get some sleep or to dig in. Hmmmmm…
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