I was thinking about something LA said this morning in her blog. It led me to contemplate the proverbial fork in the road.
I live in constant, crippling fear of the what ifs. Do you know this about me?
Some people do.
Here’s the thing.
Balance. Equilibrium. Those are terms that describe the zodiac sign Libra, which is what I am.
I love the symbol for Libra – a perfect balance.
There is talk that my continuous on and off again immobility in my neck and shoulder area could be due some sort of degenerative disc condition.
That’s what my partner says. He thinks I should get an X-ray to make sure. Find out one way or the other, get a diagnosis, and some sort of prevention details or treatment. Because frankly, this condition has been affecting my mobility every few months, and it’s getting quite tiresome.
So I guess I’ll go see my doctor and ask for some imaging.
It is my unsolicited opinion that there is a direct link between control and happiness.
But it’s more complicated than that. Because control is a loaded word that requires further analysis.
So does happiness.
I’m going to make this a 2-part series because otherwise, confusion will abound… 😂
Let’s start with control.
It never fails: ever since I hit my mid 40s, there’s a part of the month that makes me want to eat a horse.
Not a literal horse, you understand, but rather the implied quantity of a horse. 🐎
The family is getting ready to go camping in a few days.
I’m not going.
That’s the word that comes to mind when I think of my state of mind during summer vacation so far.
Raising kids has that effect on a parent’s equilibrium, don’t you think? And the older they get, the more uncertain I get that my personal equilibrium remains intact.
The irony that I’m a Libra is not lost on me.
Yesterday I woke up to my teamsnap app exploding on my phone. So many messages…