Yesterday, Harry and I had our weekly visit with our amazing chiropractor, Dr. Tyler Richards. We always have the nicest conversations, and I always feel physically and mentally better when I leave. I would highly recommend him, especially for pediatric patients. He’s got a great bedside manner. We talked about a lot of things that have really been rattling around in my head since then, in a good way. By the way, as we chatted Harry cruised around his office entirely by himself. I kept getting up to see how he was, and Dr. Richards kept reassuring me that he was alright. It’s weird not to help him or watch him like a hawk!
Hope is an amazing word. I have been thinking about it a lot. I think people fall short in the hope department because it’s more complex than just wishing. Hope is not just thinking about a positive outcome, but it’s envisioning exactly that outcome that you want. I have such a hard time with this concept. It’s hard to imagine something so different than what you are seeing right in front of your eyes. When I can’t envision that, I just close my eyes and put those positive vibes out there. I’m working now on the specifics. I hoped my son would walk unassisted, and we worked very specifically to make that happen. Guess what? It happened as soon as I specifically envisioned it. That’s not coincidence, but it’s not magic either. Honing in on a specific skill allowed me to tailor Harry’s work towards that. Okay, it was a little magical.
Help is sometimes a dirty word. Asking for it means you’ve admitted something is wrong or missing, accepting it can feel like weakness or giving up. Sometimes you help yourself, sometimes others help you. We all need help sometimes, but not all of us are strong enough to accept it. Often my ship is more than half sunk before I accept help, and I’m working on this. Healing is the ultimate outcome of any crisis. No matter what you’ve hoped for, there’s healing that always needs to be done. Many of us don’t permit the amount of healing we truly need. Love yourselves, people!
On another note, I feel like I’m conquering the treadmill. I ran again over the weekend helping a friend who is doing the half with my team. If you are stuck at a certain mileage, run with a friend! This worked for me, so I’m passing it along. I ran today and when I stopped I thought I had run 5 ish miles, but then I got this message. Weird!
The man has been so fun lately, especially because he’s enjoying the ability to cruise around the house. I’m feeling a little stir crazy because of the cold, and Harry’s been mentioning the beach a lot lately. March is almost here, I can’t wait for warmer weather!