There May Be a Reason Why
I had an occasion to have coffee with someone I had worked with at the courthouse. We had not caught up with each other since last fall. Hashing over news of our husbands, kids, grand-kids, etc. took a fair amount of coffee. It seems that we are doing what we enjoy and taking the time to slow things down. I had told her early on that I would have to watch the clock as I had an appointment with a chiropractor. Empathy was given referencing that spending many years in an office environment can leave aches and pains to contend with. I didn’t comment to any great degree. What I was thinking was . . . decades ago using a pick ax to chop frozen silage out of our silo most likely could attribute for some of the ware and tear on the ole body. Many farm chores of that same magnitude were just every day needs that had to be met. That may be the reason for some chiropractic appointments. If I were going back, most likely I would do it all over again. It was part of being a farm family. Good times!
That being said is why I now have the patience to deal with a few minor aches and pains and to be wise enough to seek
help before it takes over my days. That would not be a good thing. I enjoy my life of puttering. Hurry is no longer in my vocabulary. A slow persistent pace serves me quite well. Testament to that is my table of creative commotion that is looking a little better today. The embroidery unit lets me know when to change thread color and then I am off to the opposite side of the sewing studio for some fabric detail. Sweet! The tortoise would understand.