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.