I got older today.
Where you put a 6 and a 0 in sequence and you get discounts you didn't get before.
But here's the important news.
My ankle, whose pain I had been nonchalantly hiding for months, is pain-free because yesterday I finally returned to my roots--my roots of knowing that you cannot age with the least pain, least disease and most mobility without chiropractic and massage therapies.
Those same months I had been hiding the pain and tightness, wondering if I had an Achilles tendon/ligament type problem, I had been neglecting my monthly trek to massage therapy and my as needed visit to the orthospinologist (specialty chiropractor).
I had been hiding behind the same excuses you might offer: can't afford it, don't have time, others dismiss those therapies so who am I to be right about them?
Here is what I know, at least for myself. When I asked God in my forties to teach me how to age with those same parameters I mentioned--least pain, least disease and most mobility--I can point to the moments I felt drawn to these therapies. My massage therapist was 21 when we began our journey; he is now 35. And I began chiropractic before that.
Today, I owe a huge part of continually feeding my strength to listening to God point me toward structural and release healing. I'd say He used my ankle to remind me of my foolishness in walking away, and I am ever so grateful for the reminder.
If you have an ankle of stubbornness about chiropractic and massage therapies, I hope you'll reconsider.
For all the things America gets right, we are missing some very obvious ways to feed our strength.
My salute to our chiropractors and massage therapists. Thank you for what you do.
