Fibro Feelings – The Pace of Time
I feel like every week lately seems to be exhausting and moving by too fast. It’s funny how time rarely moves at a pace we’d prefer. So many times it feel too fast or too slow at exactly the time you wish it felt the opposite. The times it is moving just right seem to be the least abundant and most enjoyable at the time, but really some of the best long-term memories are made during those rushed times. At least that is how I feel about it. One great thing about those memories is that even though I remember flaring during some events, the joy of the activities in my favorite memories always override the negative feelings I could have about those days.
We had our first labor and delivery class last week and it was interesting. I am not as far along in my pregnancy as every other person in my class, by weeks, but I think that ties into my fibromyalgia state of mind. I know the value in pacing myself, pregnant or not, and know that I needed to space all my classes out. We’re taking other classes too and I wanted to have weeks without class between each one to recover if it was difficult to get through.
We were instructed to bring two pillows to class and towards the end of the class we used them. We were told to get on the floor with our pillows for a lesson in relaxation exercises. The floor of the classroom was a thinly carpeted (like office carpet) concrete floor. As soon as I got down there every single bone of mine that was touching the floor hurt. I contemplated trying to stay down there, but there was just no way. I got back into my chair for the exercise. I plan on bringing a yoga mat to class next time to see if that extra cushioning helps at all for the floor exercises.
What’s been the pace of your time lately – too fast? Too slow? Just right?
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