I Would Be Frail

Happy Friday, ya’ll!

(I chuckle.  I don’t say ‘ya’ll’ in real life, but it sounds perfectly wonderful coming from a blog from a girl in Colorado, don’t you think?)

Things are on the rise.  And by things, I mean my life in general.  Learning how to grow in a new medium (water), and it’s proving to be just the thing to cure my blues over the fact that it snowed yesterday.  *smile*  In addition to learning new things outside of this tangible level, I’m also discovering new things about my somatic self… And you all know how I love learning about myself, right?

While it’s a giant pain in the ass for the duration of the process, I overall dig learning new things about myself I didn’t know before… or better yet, it’s awesome to watch my discovery process in response to the things that change within me.   As much as I curse ‘growing up,’ the process holds significantly more awareness, and therefore celerity (not celery) has increased.   And I’m a big fan of efficiency.

So what, you ask, did I learn about myself? Unfortunately, I have realized (again) that my body is a little finicky when it comes to dairy foods.  Now, before I go and get my (proverbial) undies in a tizzy, I recognize that I don’t necessarily have to quit dairy altogether.  Yes, it causes gastrointestinal issues (ahem), and it makes my skin unhappy, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop it altogether.  What it means is that I am now aware of the effects of it, and should I choose to continue to eat it–or even eat it occasionally– I will know what to expect.  Thankfully, it’s not an allergy.  I can live with that.  As to the other problems it causes… well, that’s just part of understanding the limits on my body.

Sadly, I hate to think that my body is still changing.  But I recognize that life in general is a cycle… it’s a process in and of itself.  Now that I’m a “grown up,” I can see these things for what they are, rather than throwing my arms up with consternation thinking, “What in the hell is wrong with my body!?”   The answer, honestly, is that there is nothing wrong with my body.  My body is what it is, and it’s doing what it does, and those things that I pick to do to it are going to have consequences and effects that I will either have to live with, or else change my behaviors.   Ultimately, there is more than a modicum of control over these things.  Just a matter of what I choose to do with them.

I’m wrapping up the last few months of my twenties.  I’m somewhat amazed and amused by the things I used to put myself through, body and mind.  I’m impressed with my own ability to absorb life’s lessons in a way that makes me a more fruitful person.  I’m thankful to have learned early on the effects of certain chemicals on my physical being.  I’m thankful to have discovered ways to deal with life that are more reasonable, more clean.  Life’s lessons are huge.  They’re not easy, but acknowledging and addressing them only makes life more enjoyable.