I was wrong, completely and utterly incorrect to believe or even swallow dozens of nutritional supplements based on that latest, greatest health book, email campaign, or what television’s doctors were tooting on “anti-aging”, forgetting that the alternative to aging is actually “dying”.
I was wrong, completely and utterly incorrect, to have considered that my amazingly sharp and very perceptive mind could analyze, investigate and even decipher the best foods, exercise regime, mattress or desk chair, without including my body’s unique, very opinionated “princess and the pea”-like kinesthetic point of view.
I was wrong completely and utterly incorrect to listen to the on going rants of my once vicious inner critic, as if the parade of Hollywood celebs that surrounded my West Los Angeles upbringing was the only standard of beauty.
I was wrong completely and utterly incorrect to value my Pusher’s overzealous drive to achieve and accomplish from the “to-do list” of my life, as if this way of life wouldn’t take it’s toll in time.
I was wrong completely and utterly incorrect to forget, as in not remember, the miracle of this “being human” and what a blessing it is to have landed feet first in this body called mine.