February 15, 2016 (1/3)
I am laying low per the surgeon’s instructions until my follow-up on Wednesday. Yet, even when I allow my body to rest, my mind still loves to race ahead. I am quite antsy. Every morning when I wake up, I dreamily list what I would love to accomplish only to set myself up for disappointment when I am (obviously) unable to cross everything off the list. That is all compounded by the fact that much in my tool box of “ways to make it easier to deal” (dancing, hiking, walking (more than a block), swimming) is off limits---sitting in meditation (just sitting) is much harder when I have not exhausted my body.