I sleep until I wake up in pain. That’s been my pattern for the last 8 nights. As I was enjoying the quiet of the middle of last night—while I paced the floor so that my shoulder pain would diminish, I realized that this is a great metaphor for life.
We sleep until we wake up in pain. That is to say, we cruise along on autopilot when everything is going okay. Then, a problem pops up and we are snapped awake. Suddenly, we are fully engaged in life. Some crisis has gotten us back into the game. I wonder if that’s the purpose of pain and problems, to snap us out of our malaise.
What do you think? BTW, I’m on day two Complaint Free. Stitches out yesterday and this morning I did yoga by the lake. Awesome!