Knotty knotty…

I seriously think I startle masseususueuses whenever they get to the knots in my shoulders. No amount of grunting, painful elbow kneading, or knuckle cracking will ever get these untangled… They’re my battle scars (whathaveyou) from the many years of lifting praises to the Lord (and bad posture).

My whole body’s in much more pain than before… But I feel much more awake & alive. Perhaps this means that touch is secretly my real love language. Hmmmm…

Too painful to even think.