This week I spent far too much time waiting in airports (and airport yoga rooms).
I thought about what I would remember from my twenties and I thought about my back -- how my legs went numb for the first time nine years ago, how the pain came in waves every year, how it made me feel angry and broken. And how it healed itself, over and over and over again.
I wonder sometimes if the pain is my body's way of signaling that I need to pay attention, to turn inwards. My body hurts and my brain feels fuzzy and all of my patience drains away and all I can do is wait, stretch, pray.
A few years back, my chiropractor told me, "your body shouldn't be able to run as far as you do -- you're just too stubborn to stop." Here's to turning thirty, being a little less stubborn, and making peace with my crooked spine.
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