1) You know all those school/ doctor checks where they check your spine. uhm.. they're Bull. I always knew they're was something wrong. Turns out.. I DO have a slight scoliosis. I had to call my mom.
2) I love my chiropractor & I would marry him but i don't think that'd be allright. So i'll continue to see him for the rest of the arranged appointments...but he did inspire me to get my massage license and make it official. So that's where my sights are set..
3)I have a sacroiliac joint inflammation :( ...but the Doc says I can still run :) so i'm good. he advised me not to change my gait. Which i think is what got me in this trouble of not being able to walk and hurting my back AGAIN. :( But, he runs and told me i'd be fine.. :) BIG SMILE! I was worried.
4) I had one of those moments today. Where i wanted to talk and cry and didn't know who to call. Fuck being the strong one, the tough one, the oldest..fuck it. Sometimes strong black women get tired. Just plain tired. (hell who said i wanted to be a "strong black woman" i'm a little black girl lost :( ) But.... on that note.. i do recall from school my teacher saying that sometimes when clients received adjustments or massage that it released locked up emotions.. maybe my back was trying to tell me somethin'...listen to the rattlin' bones ;)
keep your head up, your posture straight and your eyes in the right direction. Focused on the goals ahead. Got moves to make... Peace
JJW
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ps.you ever read my blog where i said my mom never says " i love you" i called her when i left the doctor and could stand right for the first time in 3 days. we had a nice bonding experience and she told me...she loved me when we hung up the phone. I wanted to call my sister and brother.. i think i'm breaking her doooooooown! :) #1 wins again. ;) im silly. turns out... the more you realize you're just like you're mother.. the closer it bonds you when you stop resisting the flow.. like.. i got to my am job and was looking at this sign and wondering why they were still using ish with my writing on it.. turns out.. it was my moms writing WEIRD!...i guess i better stop fighting the flow.. ;) i love you...
j jr. :)
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