I’ve spent months, years, close to a decade now trying to figure out what to call the work I do. My clients and students struggle to articulate in plain language just what our work together has meant, how it has added value to their lives. My license and education say that I’m a Physical Therapist but my heart says that I’m so much more. I’m straddling multiple worlds that encompass physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual wellbeing.

Many of my clients were noticing this seemingly abrupt shift in their energy as well. I think it is often a slower creep into darkness which is harder to notice until we are already stuck in the winter blues. However, my experience this past month reminded me of how important it is to re-evaluate our routines periodically.

Sometimes the best decision is the hard decision. There was a time in my life, not too long ago, when quitting something felt like a failure. My inner mean girl would be there to tell me all kinds of not nice things about who I was as a person because I didn’t stick something out until the bitter end.

In reality, quitting can sometimes be a sign of truly knowing who you are as a person and what it is you really want.

Megan Anderson Physical Therapy introduces a new wellness program to empower women living with osteoporosis to stay active without fear.

If you have osteoporosis or have received an unsettling bone scan, you may be fully aware of how hard it can be to find sound advice on how to stay active.

Do you find yourself telling friends ‘I have a small bladder’ every time you have to use the bathroom?  Feel like a broken record since you are going ALL THE TIME?  Maybe you have an URGENT need to use the restroom as soon as you pull into the garage or some other similar triggering situation.  

If this sounds like you, you may be experiencing what is commonly referred to as an Overactive Bladder (OAB). 

I wake up with a to-do list of tasks that need to be accomplished. If I do something for myself, I almost always include other people or Timon. I can’t remember the last time I went for a walk by myself. Without a friend. Without my pup. I can’t remember the last time I set off to aimlessly wander a city or let a day unfold – or if I did, I felt this sense of pressure that time was somehow running out.

I asked why there weren’t questions related to infertility on the intake form and I was told that they were aware their forms were incomplete but that these were the forms that were standard for the larger system they are part of. I make a mental note—I have to make space for my history since I haven’t been asked about what is pertinent to my history.

Plan for this to be a stress-free holiday.