A reflection on chronic pain, grief, and redefining strength. I'm realizing how many years I moved on autopilot. Compensating, favoring one side over the other, muscling through imbalances. Forcing symmetry where there wasn't any. Chasing depth and complexity instead of integrity and sustainability. I was strong. But not always aligned. Now I'm learning to move differently. How to hold the body that holds me. That has held me for the last 37 years.

I didn't think my first blog post would be about an injury, but here we are. I thought I was doing so well. I felt strong, healthy, and...