Sitting here right now I am beyond uncomfortable.
If you are a follower on my Facebook page for my other blog A Parenting Life, you would know that this week has seen me suffer (and not necessarily in silence) of a back aliment. And if you are not a follower, the link to the page is right there go and sign up quick sticks.
Today's challenge for the #BlogEveryDayInMay challenge over at Story of My Life is
It makes me uncomfortable to think that I didn't have the foresight to fore read the prompts for the challenge. That way I could have saved all that uncomfortableness around people that I shared yesterday for today.
Oh well live and learn I guess. Back to being uncomfortable.
Even though I am sitting in a worn out leather office executive office type chair rather than the above concrete benches, my back is aching like I don't know what, it just hurts a lot. It has done all week and while I was at the doctors twice this week neither time provided the opportunity to discuss why my back is suddenly having a hissy fit.
At the tender age of thirty five I fail to see that it could really be due to old age but alas I fear that may be it. Or at least a combination of that and excess exercise. I may have pushed myself a little to far to quick last week with my running goals.
Again live and learn I guess. Now where was I?
Oh that's right, things that make me uncomfortable.
Top of the list, without a doubt are Zombies. This was confirmed for me last week when The Mister and Miss 12 dragged me along to see Warm Bodies. While there is little I actually like about Zombies it is the whole brain eating thing that makes me the most uncomfortable.
Walking into a room of people I don't know also makes me rather uncomfortable but in a whole different way. The level of uncomfortable varies depending on the room and why we are all gathered.
Mind you just between you and me there are times when even just leaving the house to drop Miss 6 at school can make me feel uncomfortable so perhaps it is just human interaction at large that brings about my uncomfortable feelings. Which is strange because in another life I was all about people and interacting with them. I even thrived on it I think.
Sigh.
Thinking of the past some times, what was, what could have been, perhaps even what should have been. That too can make me uncomfortable at times.
For now though I am reminded that sitting here in this chair typing away is making me uncomfortable. Which is tough because at the same time the therapy of writing fixes so many other uncomfortables for me.
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| Ok I am not actually sitting here on these benches right now, but you gotta admit they sure look uncomfortable. Image thanks to here |
Today's challenge for the #BlogEveryDayInMay challenge over at Story of My Life is
Things that make you uncomfortable
It makes me uncomfortable to think that I didn't have the foresight to fore read the prompts for the challenge. That way I could have saved all that uncomfortableness around people that I shared yesterday for today.
Oh well live and learn I guess. Back to being uncomfortable.
Even though I am sitting in a worn out leather office executive office type chair rather than the above concrete benches, my back is aching like I don't know what, it just hurts a lot. It has done all week and while I was at the doctors twice this week neither time provided the opportunity to discuss why my back is suddenly having a hissy fit.
At the tender age of thirty five I fail to see that it could really be due to old age but alas I fear that may be it. Or at least a combination of that and excess exercise. I may have pushed myself a little to far to quick last week with my running goals.
Again live and learn I guess. Now where was I?
Oh that's right, things that make me uncomfortable.
Top of the list, without a doubt are Zombies. This was confirmed for me last week when The Mister and Miss 12 dragged me along to see Warm Bodies. While there is little I actually like about Zombies it is the whole brain eating thing that makes me the most uncomfortable.
Walking into a room of people I don't know also makes me rather uncomfortable but in a whole different way. The level of uncomfortable varies depending on the room and why we are all gathered.
Mind you just between you and me there are times when even just leaving the house to drop Miss 6 at school can make me feel uncomfortable so perhaps it is just human interaction at large that brings about my uncomfortable feelings. Which is strange because in another life I was all about people and interacting with them. I even thrived on it I think.
Sigh.
Thinking of the past some times, what was, what could have been, perhaps even what should have been. That too can make me uncomfortable at times.
For now though I am reminded that sitting here in this chair typing away is making me uncomfortable. Which is tough because at the same time the therapy of writing fixes so many other uncomfortables for me.
What makes you uncomfortable?
Are you part of the #BlogEveryDayInMay challenge?
yeah - you can count me in on being uncomfortable about thinking of the past!
ReplyDeleteglad I am not alone Nina, it is hard not to feel some regret about some of the things, that happened. Though one must remember it is the past that brought us to where we are today xx
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