39 is the first year where I have felt old.

Not super pumped about it.

Plantar Fascitis (thx spell check).

Nerve impingement (thx again spell check) in C6 and C7.

Chronic pain.

It’s gotten me grumpy. And sad a bit.

I’m learning to do the right things and notice when things are out of whack.

I have stretches and exercises that keep me moving.

It seems that we were made to grow.

To live.

To experience pain and the place where we can no longer fix ourselves.

It is redemptive in a way.

Relying on someone other than myself.

A method of wholeness that I do not possess.

I’d like to learn to live in hope instead of fear.

The hope of a new day. And a body that does not have male pattern baldness and back hair.

The hope of a new day when I keep learning to rely on God more than myself.

A new day is on each of our horizons.

KE

PS – I’m going to lay in my neck traction machine. It brings so much healing and hope!