Well, the cortisone injection was likely placed somewhere other than the offending abnormality. In other words, it didn’t work.
Though mild, I have many abnormalities. I suspect the majority of the population does. But we move along down our paths generally unaffected by our deviations from the norm. We are each unique.
That’s where I’d like to be: aware but unscathed by my little curves and protrusions.
In the meantime, I search for clarity amid the often excruciating bodily distraction.
When I open my eyes and begin moving on with the day, things begin to unfold as usual and yet with different perspective. I am a bit more inquisitive, clumsy, and introspective.
This accidental, yet pretty, picture is the result of my clumsiness. I call it my morning abstraction. I kind of like it.