Because I can't play right now, pickleball has elevated to a passion for me, as I am so desperate to get back to it. I am extremely grateful that I can swim, and my husband is supporting me by driving me to and from the YMCA.
This is Easter Sunday. I'm not Christian, or anything else for that matter. However, I do believe that Jesus gave us the perfect example of how to live well in community. He certainly demonstrated the struggle that went with his passion for loving.
I visited yesterday with a friend who is a retired DO. He asked me various questions about my back and leg pain, then proclaimed "it's probably a ruptured disc, it will heal, keep swimming." My passionate intention to "stay healthy and active" is definitely experiencing big-time struggle. I am resigning myself to the fact that it may be a few more weeks before I can even begin to get back to "normal."
One hour at a time,
Leta
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| The delicious fruit we had each morning in Bali. The purple one is dragonfruit. |
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