Daily Inspiration





Dear 2017

Dear 2017,

Together we are going to rock this year.  I feel like I am laying a foundation for many positive things to come. Positivity doesn’t always come easy for me so I am trying my darndest to make it a part of every day.  Yes, I talk to myself, I write things down, I make myself all sorts of notes.

I am also trying very hard to practice gratitude.  I am grateful for the beautiful day you provided us with yesterday and a chance to take my son to a new park with super fun slides.  I am grateful that even though you got my blood pumping and gave me near hysterics as I watched my son fall while climbing (as I frantically tried to get to him in time but couldn’t) that he was not injured.

I am grateful that while driving home I was paying attention and was able to maneuver my vehicle out of the way and avoid becoming part of the three car pile up that happened in front of me.  I am thankful none of the people that were part of the accident were injured.  They all hopped quickly out of their vehicles while I sat in mine trying to stop shaking so I could get out and make sure they were okay.  The man I talked to was positive.  “I am okay,” he said, (in all honesty he looked better than I felt he was even smiling.) “It was about time for a new car anyway.” His was the car in the middle.  Watching that man was inspiring to me.  I wish we could all take things in stride like he seemed to.  I am very grateful for the experience of having met him for the brief time I did.

And while I didn’t accomplish every tiny little thing I wanted to yesterday, I made progress and that is all I really want.  Progress every day no matter how small or large, just a few steps forward.

Peace and Blessings,


I was just So Mad

I went to the new chiropractor to go over my X-Rays.  When I arrived we were lead to a miniature classroom where the doctor explained about the practice of chiropractic and showed some X-ray examples of different problems he has seen during his practice.  Sitting in the chair listening to him explain things and seeing the different results for some of his patients I was already more impressed with his practice than either of the other chiropractors I had visited with in the past.

Next it was time to go over our individual X-rays.  My X-rays were on the lit up screen next to an X-ray of a healthy spine.  He showed me the comparisons.  My neck is too straight which I remember being a problem when I had my first chiropractic X-rays back in 2011 and I have an S curve in my spine, which I also recalled from my original X-rays.  The discs in my lower back were not bulging on these X-rays, but again, the curve was not what it should be.  My heart sank a little and I was overwhelmed with anger.

I began seeing a chiropractor when the pain in my lower back was so terrible I couldn’t function normally.  I had my X-rays and followed his plan coming in for visits three times a week for the first week or so, then twice a week for a few weeks, then once a week until he felt I could come in for regular adjustments.  After a while, I felt like he wasn’t listening to my needs so I had switched to a different chiropractor for my regular adjustments.  All that time and all that money I had spent and my X-rays looked remarkably similar to the X-rays that were taken in 2011, 4 years ago.  I was mad.

I told the chiropractor that I was mad and upset, and I blinked back the tears that were starting to form.  He spoke to me gently.  “We can fix this, I’m sure the other doctors are doing good for some people.”  My immediate thought that this doctor was too kind hearted.  We discussed a plan of action for both me and my son.  He explained that the shape that my spine is currently in makes my body have to work twice as hard to try to balance itself out which could account for my being tired all the time.  I laid down for my adjustment and immediately noticed a difference between how he adjusted me and how I had been previously adjusted.  He studied my X-rays intently before arranging me for the adjustment and he adjusted me more in a manner that seemed like it would work towards the goal of straightening where I needed straightening and curving where I needed more curve.

I went out front to talk to the receptionist about scheduling my treatment plan.  One of my sons books by Mercer Mayer, I Was So Mad played out in my head.  “I was just so mad.”  I told the receptionist how I felt.  She looked at me with kind eyes.  “I wish I could say that’s the first time I’ve heard a patient say that,” she told me, but I could tell by her tone it was a regular occurrence.

It makes me angry that it took me finding a doctor who really cares to realize that I wasn’t getting proper treatment from the other doctors.  It makes me mad that insurance doesn’t include “alternative” medicines that actually help people in their coverage, or when they do they don’t pay as much as they do for “traditional” medicine which is usually more invasive and involves pharmaceutical treatments.  It makes me angry that I have been trying to live a more healthy lifestyle and thought I was addressing problems, but it turns out those problems are still there. I am just so mad.

Even amidst the anger, I am also thankful.  I am thankful the universe led me to this doctor, and I am hopeful we can get to the root of the problem and get me back on track to where I want my health to be.