High tolerance for pain? What does that mean exactly and how does one know if they have it? Pain is subjective after all. After minor elbow surgery I was told I must have a high tolerance based on the internal issues of the elbow and my ability to use my arm at all before the surgery. I think I have a high tolerance based on the ankle incident. I tripped down the stairs, missed two steps, landed on the side…
I recently turned, really more of a becoming and a growing into than a turning, the big five-0. It signifies a lot to make it to 50, it’s a milestone, an achievement an “Oh my god where did 50 years of my life go and what the hell have I done and what the hell am I doing?” moment. It is a lot to take in when you stop and think about it… and I stopped to think about it….
Breaking up with my life is not going to be as easy. Like all bad relationships, I stayed too long and I don’t want to be the bad guy. If only my life had broken up with me first, this would be so much easier. “It’s not you, it’s me, you have been a fine life for 50 years… it’s just not working anymore. I am so sorry but I need to move on and you need to move out.”…
All relationships have there ups and downs but this one has been going on for way too long. On the surface it all seemed to be going well and then it just kinda stopped being OK. “It’s not that bad, it could be worse, there are some occasional bright spots,” became the game I played in my head. Talking myself in and out and up and down. Going with the flow, avoiding the obvious questions for fear of what might…