today is my first day of therapy.
physical. not mental.
my doctor wants me to endure twelve sessions over six weeks of physical therapy for my tibia.
you would think that a bone injury wouldn't require therapy, but dr. mclane knows better then i do.
so i'll endure my six weeks and praise the lord when i can finally jump for joy again.
during this entire ordeal, i've noticed what amazing things sour bodies can do.
they are such a blessing.
like they can do just about anything with the proper training.
if i wanted to be a dancer, my body would eventually bend in ways that aren't natural.
it's kinda really cool that the lord gives us such amazing gifts, like this; and we constantly take it for granted.
that is, until we can't use it to it's full abilities.
come what may and love it...:) even if it's therapy
