I was reminded again…that my threshhold for pain  is fairly high.

In these moments, do you throw your your hands up and celebrate this compliment?

Or perhaps bend over, hands propping your body up on your knees, and drop your head just weary from the journey…

Maybe neither…

Perhaps both?

I didn’t start out this way.

I was very soft and sensitive and protected…weak.

Little by little, one life experience at a time…this changed.

I think it was not a choice I was aware of making.

There is some quote about how it doesn’t matter how many times you fall down, because it is all about how many times you get back up…that’s about right.

Whether emotional or physical, through my opportunities for growth…I somehow figured out that when I dig in my heels and flex my shoulder muscles, there is really nothing that can knock me down.  

 This might be the coolest realization in the world.

Come on then…

It seems I’m ready.

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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