Actually I don't believe in most acts of rebound unless they involve sharing sweat with other men (basketball! what you thinkin?), but I was officially in the doldrums last week.
Countering the droopiest post I ever made, I'm following with the corniest post I ever made. A verbal reduction-oxidation, and then we can pretend this never happened. Here goes:
Counting My Blessings (good things that happened from being sick):
1. My family is healthier, and my dad is now on my diet for good measure
2. (Some of) my friends are healthier--some of them just think I'm a hypochondriac
3. Resolved many old demons from before illness
4. Gained self-awareness
5. After 4 years, I've gone from not wanting to live if I couldn't run to seeing the worth of life in its purest form
6. Time is overrated--most of my peers are on a time crunch, yet my parents have been working their tails off their whole lives only to come back to basics
7. Health is the single greatest investment I can make in myself and my loved ones, hands down
8. Emotions are more interconnected with physiology than I ever imagined possible. You have no idea what I'm talking about unless you've treated emotions with EFT, biophotons, etc.
9. Met a community of 200,000 brilliant people I would've never otherwise met.
10. There is no such thing as too much love and compassion, reciprocation notwithstanding
11. Prestige is a vestige. My self-worth has nothing to do with the acronyms that follow my name. We all have different ways of defining ourselves, and I want my illness and what I do about it to define me for the rest of my life.
12. Alternative medicine makes sense and it works. I will never see a western doc first again.
13. On good days, I get to set my own schedule, and I love what I do with my time: research.
14. When I recover, I will have an amazing quality of life. I can see beauty in the rain over here, so who cares if the grass isn't greener over there.
That wasn't GMO corn... organic straight from the soiled soul baby.
Countering the droopiest post I ever made, I'm following with the corniest post I ever made. A verbal reduction-oxidation, and then we can pretend this never happened. Here goes:
Counting My Blessings (good things that happened from being sick):
1. My family is healthier, and my dad is now on my diet for good measure
2. (Some of) my friends are healthier--some of them just think I'm a hypochondriac
3. Resolved many old demons from before illness
4. Gained self-awareness
5. After 4 years, I've gone from not wanting to live if I couldn't run to seeing the worth of life in its purest form
6. Time is overrated--most of my peers are on a time crunch, yet my parents have been working their tails off their whole lives only to come back to basics
7. Health is the single greatest investment I can make in myself and my loved ones, hands down
8. Emotions are more interconnected with physiology than I ever imagined possible. You have no idea what I'm talking about unless you've treated emotions with EFT, biophotons, etc.
9. Met a community of 200,000 brilliant people I would've never otherwise met.
10. There is no such thing as too much love and compassion, reciprocation notwithstanding
11. Prestige is a vestige. My self-worth has nothing to do with the acronyms that follow my name. We all have different ways of defining ourselves, and I want my illness and what I do about it to define me for the rest of my life.
12. Alternative medicine makes sense and it works. I will never see a western doc first again.
13. On good days, I get to set my own schedule, and I love what I do with my time: research.
14. When I recover, I will have an amazing quality of life. I can see beauty in the rain over here, so who cares if the grass isn't greener over there.
That wasn't GMO corn... organic straight from the soiled soul baby.