A Great Rain
Today I am sharing something that I have a difficult time doing . . . resting. Resting for the sheer joy of it. I have always achieved a busy schedule once my feet hit the floor. Almost to the point that if I didn’t have something visible, it didn’t count.
I am caught between two people that I loved dearly. My grandmother Laura always stressed that if God gave a day there should be something to show so as to not have wasted it. Though wheelchair bound she wore herself out each day being all that she was able to do. My dad, Raymond, always took time out for a moment of rest mid-day. Whether beside the shade of a tractor tire out in the field, or on the floor of any home or building he happened to be in. Dad laid down and napped. He didn’t need a wrist watch. He knew when the day needed to be resumed.
I did hear what Mike at PT told me on my last session. Wear and tear over the years of our activity cannot have all the discomfort alleviated by his hands, by medications or steroid shots. Life. Mike gave me two exercises to do daily, perhaps multiple times during the day to help me stay on track. I could not believe it. Two! That was it? Yup Grammie . . . listen to what the body is telling me. I am not doing steroid shots with short-lived relief. I will do the Tramadol medication. I am doing the exercises. I may still be able to do all that I have a passion for and what brings me joy. I need to learn the art of resting. Umph!
Some repetitive motion is needed on a daily basis . . . but not to excess. I have always prided myself to continue learning new things with my sewing and even housework. So . . . this afternoon while in my bedroom porch doing some repetitive work in stitching with bouts of watching traffic. I believe Dennis has nailed this resting thing. I am going to give it a daily try as well. I will keep you up to date.
With that I will take my leave. ♥