For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
I am the girl of NO EXCUSES. I push. Hard. I don’t give up and I stand up every time I fall down and I expect that of others. So injury and pain are usually just something I’d push through. I got my rotator cuff looked at today and in addition to that injury I’ve torn a muscle in my bicep. Because for the past few weeks I’ve continued to workout. When I shouldn’t. Because you know….NO EXCUSES. Im supposed to start Hammer & Chisel on January 4th. And lead a bunch of people doing it. Its an intense weight lifting program. So this morning I was told that MAY or MAY NOT happen depending on the healing my arm does over the next 12 days. And I can’t workout. At all! Not even dancing. So I had a little cry because this is NOT what I do. It’s just a little pain. It aint cancer. It aint Brain Rot.
So I got kind of mad at my body for having an autoimmune disorder that causes joint pain and other crap. And for getting old. And failing me. And then I stopped. And thought about this past year. This body worked out A LOT! A SHIT TON. It lifted weights and danced and hiked and did a billion planks and push ups and sit-ups and some yoga positions I could never do 10 years ago. And this body hauled my ass up Pikes Peak. And thats a lot. A lot I asked of it. A lot she delivered. And so my body has not failed me. Far from it. It has carried me through an emotional year full of ups, downs, generosity, pain, trikes, ataxia, disappointments, achievements and all of the other beautiful stuff. So thank you to her. For working so hard. And it is time now to rest. Something I never do. Something that goes against all I stand for. REST. Because I can only expect so much from her and she’s gone above and beyond. What a beautiful year. What amazing things lie ahead. My body isn’t whispering in pain its screaming. So I will listen. And I will rest. Until 2016…peace, health and love……and REST.