wednesday
I had x-rays taken of the knee after my doctor's appointment yesterday and got the report from the hospital this morning that they are unremarkable. So now I am looking up soft tissue injury while I wait to hear from the doctor. I am remembering back to last week before this got bad and I was doing a lot of stretching of that knee so I could squat better. I bet I tore something then. My thinking about the knee all the time probably doesn't help either - makes me tense and makes it hurt more.
My music teachers have put my lessons back to the original days again. Wednesday for piano and Thursday for ukulele.
Did I mention here that I am reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed? My sister earthmother45 is also reading it for her book club. That is where I got the idea to read it. I like reading something along with her - gives us more to talk about. It's a good book. Of course I am partial to hiking books anyway - books about being on the Appalachian Trail or the Pacific Crest Trail. I like that the North Country Trail goes right by our town and I have walked on it in many areas. Makes me feel like I am connected to something larger. Though I doubt I will ever be able to actually cross country hike carrying a big pack. I do love to read about it.
There is a meme going around and one of the questions is: Do you miss being a child? I do in many ways. I miss having a body that is lithe and could do most anything. I climbed trees, and monkey bars, ran easily and lightly, went barefoot all day in the summer, and in the house all winter. It seemed that there was nothing I couldn't do. I could be a dancer if I wanted, or a nurse, an explorer, or an artist, anything. The potential was there. I knew (thought) that if I wanted to do something there was nothing to stop me. I could set my heart on anything. The thing about getting older is I needed to give up some of that. I know there are some things that are impossible now. Or I just don't want to do what it takes to do them. I have given up wanting to "be an artist" - it is too much work to promote oneself. I know now I don't like promoting myself. I can be an artist (make art) without having to sell it. I have been a "nurse" at a level that I was comfortable with, at Polk and with my own family. I can dance in my own house - I can move in ways that feel good. I can explore new trails and places in my own small way. So on one hand I miss the potential I felt as a child but I also am satisfied (pretty much) with the reality.
My music teachers have put my lessons back to the original days again. Wednesday for piano and Thursday for ukulele.
Did I mention here that I am reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed? My sister earthmother45 is also reading it for her book club. That is where I got the idea to read it. I like reading something along with her - gives us more to talk about. It's a good book. Of course I am partial to hiking books anyway - books about being on the Appalachian Trail or the Pacific Crest Trail. I like that the North Country Trail goes right by our town and I have walked on it in many areas. Makes me feel like I am connected to something larger. Though I doubt I will ever be able to actually cross country hike carrying a big pack. I do love to read about it.
There is a meme going around and one of the questions is: Do you miss being a child? I do in many ways. I miss having a body that is lithe and could do most anything. I climbed trees, and monkey bars, ran easily and lightly, went barefoot all day in the summer, and in the house all winter. It seemed that there was nothing I couldn't do. I could be a dancer if I wanted, or a nurse, an explorer, or an artist, anything. The potential was there. I knew (thought) that if I wanted to do something there was nothing to stop me. I could set my heart on anything. The thing about getting older is I needed to give up some of that. I know there are some things that are impossible now. Or I just don't want to do what it takes to do them. I have given up wanting to "be an artist" - it is too much work to promote oneself. I know now I don't like promoting myself. I can be an artist (make art) without having to sell it. I have been a "nurse" at a level that I was comfortable with, at Polk and with my own family. I can dance in my own house - I can move in ways that feel good. I can explore new trails and places in my own small way. So on one hand I miss the potential I felt as a child but I also am satisfied (pretty much) with the reality.