You’ll be happy to know that the physical therapist, recommended by my doctor to evaluate my lower back strength and flexibility, has established that I have “the hamstrings of a Rockette.”
This is a good thing.
You’ll be equally happy to know that said physical therapist, who is the epitome of tact and grace, did not mention my Mama Cass Eliott thighs.
Reflecting on the above I have concluded that: 1) I’ll take good news, no matter how unique, wherever I find it; and 2) it’s time for me to get walking on a regular basis again.
Okay then. It would seem that I am ready to start blogging. Right here. Right now.
At least, that’s what WP would have me believe.
I am, of course, a bit less convinced that I am ready to start posting on this blog.
I’m a planner. I must think things through. And then I must dawdle– and worry– and reevaluate– and worry some more. And then, if everything seems like it is in the right place in my mind and on my desk and within my blog template, I might begin to keep a blog again.
It’s a process, really. One that gets me to the proper place where I can start. I do this because in my experience, good things don’t happen without the correct amount of angst.
You’d think that WP would have figured that out along the way. I know that I have.