Today I hurt. Not a lot, just enough to make me rethink working as hard again today. I'm not used to this. I've been ignoring my body and pushing ahead for years...which is why my body is such a mess.
It's so tempting not to honor my body. I'm good at it. I'm competitive and focused, especially when getting things done depends on me. There's a limited amount of time when the weather is good enough to work outdoors but not hot as a thousand melting suns. I spend the rest of the year planning for the farm so it's intensely frustrating when I'm unable to execute those plans on my schedule. Those are the breaks.
I feel I have been given a second chance through prolotherapy. If building my dreams means I have to slow down...that seems like a pretty generous trade-off. One task, one animal, one fence post at a time. Instead of setting to-do lists for the day, I have to write general lists with target dates...and learn to be okay with not achieving them.
Still, I have the MOST AWESOME DUCK HOUSE EVER. :-)