Taking a little breather from the grand-parenting drama, with the addition of a dog—which you’ll be able to read about in a future post—here’s a fun little musing.
On August 31 I hurt my back and, after three days of trying all the tricks I knew to get better (ice, physical therapy etc.) with no improvement, I sought a chiropractor nearby who took my insurance.
By pure dumb luck, I found one literally around the corner, and it’s turned out to be the most wonderful practice. Everyone is cheerful, helpful and nice; there is seldom a wait; and the whole atmosphere is cheerful.
On my first visit I thought it was a bit noisy for a medical practice–doors stay open and multiple conversations go on–but I soon realized the exuberant atmosphere was mostly because of the doctor himself. He’s loud, he’s happy, he’s positive, and he’s totally in love with life.
One of my traits that embarrassed my first husband was that I’d get to talking at a party and slosh my drink waving my hands around. When I’m excited and interested I wave my hands around—what’s a splash of wine here and there?
Dr. W. probably sloshes drinks too. We talk about everything—our travels, our pets, what we did over the weekend, what we’re planning next week, and our philosophy of life—all in a short exam and treatment. When I first went in my pain level was eight. After three weeks it was zero. I can’t help but think it wasn’t just the physical treatment that helped.
I caught part of a TED talk the other day about happiness, and someone said that people think that gratitude comes from being happy, but it’s actually the opposite: if you have gratitude, every moment, for whatever you have at that moment—your breath, your legs, the sandwich in front of you—you will experience happiness in that moment. And that’s all we have: each moment.
Right now I’m going to play with the dog, something that makes me happy and grateful. Or grateful and happy. More on “Junior” soon!