“Positivity?!” you gasp, incredulous. I KNOW, I know. But my small heart has grown three sizes today, and as such I feel the need to share the why and how.
Back in May, several days after a major
career life change (more on that another time), my back not-so-subtly rebelled. Or maybe it was a gesture of support and celebration. Either way, the end result was a herniated disk. Of course, I did not immediately know that at the time. “I just tweaked something in my back,” I’d say through gritted teeth and two (TWO) of those heated ThermaCare back wraps under my dress, “I’ll be fine soon.” Then, I’d resume important meetings while attempting to still the silent tears falling onto my newly minted business cards.
Let me stress, I was trying to power through a herniated disc. Mind-over-mattering my way past the chunk of rather important back tissue that bulged between my vertebrae and poked aggressively and directly at a helpless nerve. The universe, and my back, would have none of this “powering through.” View full article »