Short Stories

Falling

The best thing about falling
Is knowing someone is there to catch her.
Letting go feels amazing!
No more walls to keep her safe,
Just freedom to be herself
And be accepted as she is.

[This is Part 6 of a series entitled “Their Story”. See Part 7 or Start from the beginning]


Contents written: October 3 2015  |  Edited: October 18 2015  | Image Source: Yahoo images  | Video Source: YouTube  |   Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises  |  Copyright © 2017 Inner Rambings Boulevard


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Poetry

Sweet moments

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She wears a ring
But it’s not on her wedding finger
There are words inscribed
That he cannot read
So he asks to take a closer look
But it’s just an excuse
To hold her hand

[This is Part 2 of a series entitled “Their Story”. See Part 3. Start from the beginning]


Contents written: September 30 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises | Copyright © Inner Ramblings Boulevard 2017


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Take the lead

take the lead
Image source: Yahoo images

Take the lead
Will you?
Take my hand,
Hold me in your arms,
And dance.

Take the lead,
Will you?
Sing to me,
Make me smile,
In your sweet, goofy way.

Take the lead,
Will you?
Converse with me,
Study the word with me,
And pray.

Take the lead,
Will you?
Show me your love
In a million different ways,
Don’t just say.

Take the lead,
Will you?
Take my hand,
Make me yours, never let go,
Just stay!

[This is Her Heart’s Desire: Part 2] [See Her Heart’s Desire: Part 1]


Contents written: October 17 2015 | Edited: October 20 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


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Physical Therapy: Mr. S vs Mr. K

Earlier this year I was plagued with severe back pain and I wasn’t certain why. A series of tests including 2 MRIs and a biopsy finally revealed the cause of my discomfort.

I’m right-handed and as a result my left side is excellent at load-bearing but the downside to that is muscle damage along my left side — mainly my back. Add to that 17 yrs at a physically demanding job,  and my resistance to use a backpack instead of a shoulder bag (backpacks make me feel like a school kid) and the issue has compounded over time significantly.

Now that we (me and my doctor)  know what’s causing the pain, our plan of action is physical therapy  and making changes which include:

  • heat-assisted massages (muscle stimulation and tension release)
  • muscle strengthening exercises
  • avoiding activities that aggravate the problem
  • medication if the pain gets severe (but I’m not interested in masking the pain I want to fix the problem so I never filled the prescription).

Since I began Physical therapy (PT), I’ve noticed an increase in my flexibility, the pain has lessened and my mood is a lot better too. I’m now considering joining a gym close by once therapy is done but I’ve already been cautioned to start slow to avoid causing additional damage (I can get super competitive even with myself — setting goals, beating records etc. Yes, I can get a little nuts).

I used to run daily before munchkin was born, but not at all now and I think my sudden shift in physical activity has had a lot to do with my body literally seizing up. Actually, I am still very active but the shift has been from activity to strengthen and maintain core muscles and stamina to,  chasing a toddler, picking up said toddler, bending a hundred times a day to clean up after that toddler and carrying a million items her highness toddler ‘needs’ to make her tiny life complete while carrying my own bags plus grocery too. It’s no wonder my poor body has literally been collapsing under the pressure and has been crying out for help (single parent dilemma). Thankfully I have heard its cry and am now making ammends. Needless to say, my physical therapist is at the top of my list of things to be thankful for these days.

Sadly though, I was a little unnerved when Mr S, to whom I was assigned, was away for my last 2 sessions. PT is a very ‘hands on’ activity and I don’t like having my personal space invaded unnecessarily. But to my surprise, Mr K (Mr S’s understudy) did a fantastic job filling in and I was quite thrilled with the results. He was amazing at getting the knots out (younger, stronger hands — sorry Mr S! ) and this Chica has left PT feeling pretty darn good the last two times.

Today, however, Mr S was back and asked for an update on Mr K’s abilities. I requested a few things that Mr K did the last 2 visits and it seems Mr S wasn’t too pleased.

Mr S:
So K was being rough with you I see?

Me:
Ummmm…(turning my face the other side of the massage table delightfully embarrassed)

And as he uttered that sentence he pressed the heels of his palms deep into my sore muscles and all I could mumble was, “Oh my God!” (Don’t know if he heard me).

Seems that Mr K trying to show off lit a fire under Mr S since he certainly outdid himself this visit and I was beyond pleased. But it seems I might have also created a bit of in-house fighting healthy competition between the two. And there’s nothing wrong with that,  right?  (For the record,  Mr K was never rough,  he just zeroed in on the problem spots and masagged deeply. I have no idea why Mr S chose the word “rough”!

Anyway, I couldn’t look Mr K in the eye for the remainder of my session since I couldn’t help but think he and Mr S were gonna have a showdown heated,  chest thumping discussion about bravado, territory, boundaries and whatever else guys fight about. Oh my, I certainly have been a naughty girl today! Oh well…

Mr S cleared me to have a Deep Tissue Massage outside of PT if I needed extra loosening up between visits. I wish my insurance covered that too but unfortunately not. But my poor body desperately needs one (years since I had one — pre munchkin) so I will schedule one of those soon as a nice treat to myself.

I still have quite a few sessions to go before I’m cut loose (insurance limits) as I’m only doing once per week instead of two, but the way I’m feeling has inspired me to hit the gym soon because all this is reminding me of how wonderful exercise can be to help elevate one’s mood and this is something I need to do for me as I’ve left myself undone for far too long!

Feeling awesome today, and looking forward to many more days like these. Wishing you guys a fantastic day/week/weekend!!! ((Hugs))

A~


Contents written: November 7 2015  | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


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It’s the little things…

Image source: twitter.com
Image source: twitter.com

This tweet made her laugh.
Laughing made her think of him.
Thinking of him made her happy.
Being happy made her grateful.
Being grateful made her humble.
Feeling humble made appreciate
God’s grace and forgiveness.
Accepting God’s forgiveness
made it okay to love him.
Loving him, truly opened up her soul…
Who knew one tweet could be so powerful!

[This is Part 7 of a series entitled “Their Story”. See Part 8 or Start from the beginning.]


Contents written: October 7 2015  |  Edited: October 12 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


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Good morning

Mornings are great
when someone made you
wake up with a smile

Image source: Google images
Image source: Google images

[This is Part 5 of a series entitled “Their Story”. See Part 6. Start from the beginning ]


Contents written: September 28 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


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Unglued

The way he looks at her
Makes her weak in the knees.
This is all so messy,
So unlike her,
But so very wonderful!

And even if it were to end today,
She would cherish these memories
For as long as her heart would let her
Because he made her happy again
When she thought it was not possible.

He’s made her come unglued…

[This is Part 4 of a series entitled “Their Story”. See Part 5. Start from the beginning.]




Contents written: October 6 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises