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Tag: carrying

Day 79: Sitting with myself

Day 79: Sitting with myself

I’ve been sitting for 56 years. You’d think I would have mastered it by now. But no. Today I couldn’t sit at the table and eat breakfast. I hoppedĀ around, doing dishes, doing laundry, noshing on random bites to eat. At my deskĀ I shifted, adjusted my chair, stretched, got up again. Jumped from one browser tab … read more Day 79: Sitting with myself

Posted on September 23, 2015May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories RefractionTags 2014, carrying, pain, relax
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