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Fat Girl Wearing Thin

Life beyond the loss.

   Aug 19

Where is Here?

For as much as I fear change I have seen from the eyes of this blog, the most remarkable forms of evolution a single human being can go through. I remember the day of my first post and seemingly never ending multitude of ideas pouring forth from my mind. I wrote with a passion and thought that I might choose writing as a profession for the rest of my life. I loved my blog and I especially loved the people it connected me with.

Even though I haven't written in months that flow of ideas has never stopped; it just took a sharp left turn and led me down a different path. I look back at my past writings and think about how I went from being the girl with low self esteem, the girl who made public announcements about her fear of eating out alone, of talking to strangers – of being that girl, to the woman I am now. Sure, much of it has to do with age (I am seven years older, after all) but most of it, I feel, has to do with that little voice inside that kept whispering, 'you deserve better.' Little by little I shook away the cobwebs that held doubt, fear, resentment and uncertainty and began to set my eyes on the prize, which was for me, to be the person I always wanted to be.

There was a time when I couldn't hold onto the very idea of ending this blog. Now, I feel that way about painting. Perhaps someday it will be something else. Suddenly I feel as though I am bursting at the seams with things I want to tell you, but I feel my time on stage is coming to an end – I hear the music playing in the background and can't seem to ignore the distracting hand signals telling me to 'wrap it up.' So, I will keep this brief.

It pains me to think of Fat Girl Wearing Thin slowly sinking to the same depths of abandoned blogs and I will not have it. I am proud of my writings and still receive comments from posts I wrote 5 years ago; therefore, as long as there are stories that people are reading and still relating to, I will keep renewing my domain name – this much I know.

For those of you whom are still writing, I admire you to the ends of the earth and back again. You know who you are. :)

As for me, I am doing well. I am into my third year working full time as a fine artist and am incredibly proud of the work I'm producing this year. My shoulder is healing to the point where I only think about it here and there (mostly when I need to scratch my back and realize I can't reach certain spots anymore). I cannot tell you how happy it makes me to see that glorious light at the end of this very long and winding tunnel. For as difficult as it was, there were so many beautiful things that came from my shoulder injury (and subsequent surgery) I cannot help but be filled with gratitude about the experience.

Finally, I have every intention in posting on occasion – sort of like a mother checking in on her grown child, just for the sake of making sure everything is going as is should, so you'll see me from time to time. If in the meantime you want to connect with me elsewhere, you know where to find me: Facebook, Instagram and Etsy – just search for Ellen Brenneman Studio.

Until next time.

   Apr 28

Things I’ve learned from Shoulder Surgery

Five Things I’ve Learned While Recovering From Shoulder Surgery

1.  Stay away from shoulder surgery forums.

I did NOT follow my own advice here.  My intention was to educate myself on mobility and ice machines, which slings were the most comfortable, etc.   What I got was horror story after horror story leaving me thinking that instead of surgery, a better option might be to gnaw off my own arm. I was left filled with anxiety and stress weeks before surgery and I learned absolutely nothing that was useful to my situation.

There are many people who use forums as a dumping ground so they can let the world know their opinion on why their surgery went horribly, terribly wrong. Topics include anything from ‘This surgery almost killed me’ to, ‘I opted for the spinal block and it ruined my life!’  Granted, there are some threads that contain helpful advice – tips on how to find the most relief from the ice machine to advice on clothing choices that will allow you to dress yourself using one arm.  Unfortunately, you have to read through all of the terrorizing titles in order to find the few useful ones that might help.

If you DO decide to read through the forums (because, obviously, you want to be 100% prepared for anything, right?) just remember that a) you don’t know know the health background of the people writing, b) you are assuming that every person sharing their story is 100% telling the truth (yes, people do lie on the Internet) and c) those who have successful recoveries generally aren’t the ones who come back to write about it.  They simply get better and move on with their lives, which generally makes for a boring story.

So, keep those things in mind when you find yourself thinking that what has happened to one person might happen to you.  Just like every person is unique, so is their situation.


2.  Don’t hold onto expectations during your recovery.

Before my surgery I asked when I would be able to paint again.  My surgeon said, ‘Oh, I’d say within a week you’ll be picking up your paintbrush again.’ Fantastic, I thought.  That’s my target goal. However, when he left the room his nurse promptly said, ‘I’m going to have to disagree with that. You are not going to be in any position to use your arm that soon and shouldn’t expect to return to painting for a good month.’  Okay – well, a month isn’t so bad…THAT’S my new target goal!

It was nearly two months before I could hold a small brush in my hand and even then, my arm was so weak I could only manage painting for a few minutes at a time.

I was unaware of this fact, but once the shoulder is open and the surgeon can see what he/she is dealing with, it’s not uncommon to find something else that needs tended to such as old tissue or other minor tears.  In my case the surgeon found that my shoulder was dislocated, partially frozen, and I had a shoulder blade that for some unknown reason had begun tipping upward, putting pressure on the muscles above and causing them to atrophy.  When I awoke I was stunned to learn this new information, but what I was even more concerned with was the fact that I had three fingers that were numb to the touch.  This was definitely NOT what I had signed up for.  It took awhile, but learned that my recovery had made a deal with my body, not my mind.  No matter what I wanted, I could only do what my body was capable of doing – no more, no less, and that had to be good enough.

3.  Have a plan in place for these three things:  where you’ll sleep, what you’ll wear, how you’ll compensate with your opposite arm while you recover.

Sleep:  my doctor casually mentioned that I might want to sleep in a recliner for the first few weeks.  I didn’t fully appreciate the meaning of that suggestion so I will share my opinion on this first.  You will NEED to have a comfortable recliner to sleep in for at least the first four weeks post-op simply because no other position will be comfortable.  I tried stacking pillows in my bed to resemble that of a recliner but it is NOT the same.  Your shoulder needs the support of a firm back; it hurts less when the shoulder is elevated.   Borrow one, buy one, rent one.  You will not regret it.

Clothing: Prepare to look like a hot mess for the first couple of weeks.  Embrace it – you’ve just had major surgery. Men will have it easier – just go shirtless for the first couple of weeks, or slip on a tank top or loose t-shirt and pants with elastic.  Women will have it a bit more challenging.  Bras are not an option, so prepare to wear loose tops that you can slip over your head (search YouTube for videos on how to put shirts on using only one arm) and wear pants that require no zippers or buttons.  If you’ve got cute hats, wear them.  Showering won’t be an option for the first several days and styling your hair with one arm will be a challenge.  It can be done, but you’ll have more important concerns than trying to look pretty.

Using your opposite arm:  a few weeks before surgery, start practicing daily tasks with your good arm – brushing your teeth, combing your hair, shaving your face/legs, eating, etc. Mastering those few things will just give you less to worry about post-surgery.

4.  Be very careful when using prescription pain medication.

Opioid narcotics (Vicodin, Percocet, Codeine, etc) are excellent pain management drugs, and trust me – you will need a pain management plan.  However, these medications are known for causing constipation.  I’m not talking ‘mild discomfort’ constipation, but severe ‘everything literally stops moving’ type of constipation.  These drugs are a major player for the perfect storm.  You’re trying to rid your body from the anesthesia, you’re in pain and you’re not moving very much- three things that, together, will cause constipation anyway.  Top that off with Opioid narcotics and a small annoyance can quickly turn into a visit to the Emergency Room.  If you had ANY issues with constipation before your surgery, you will most certainly have them after.  Talk with your doctor, have a plan in place and make SURE that plan is working effectively.

5.  You DESERVE the most amazing, outstanding, kick-ass physical therapist in your town.  Find him/her – DO NOT SETTLE for anything less.

This surgery has caused more complications than I ever could have imagined.  I had to face the brutality of physical therapy without the use of any pain medication because my body couldn’t tolerate them.  Those first several weeks my therapist had to manipulate my shoulder in ways that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy and he remained steadfast when I swore at the top of my lungs.

Six weeks post-op I was told that my shoulder was building up excessive scar tissue, making recovery more difficult. My therapist was there when I broke down; he was compassionate but refused to allow me to feel sorry for myself and reminded me that this was MY path.  I had to play the cards I was dealt and just keep fighting.

Eight weeks post-op my shoulder had re-frozen – a terribly heartbreaking blow for me.  With each lousy setback, my therapist was right there to pick me up, convince me that I was tough enough to handle it and set me back on course.

You will spend a good deal of time with your physical therapist after your surgery; therapy is CRUCIAL to your recovery.  Find a good provider.  It is THAT important.

…….so, where am I now?

I’m currently 3 months post-op.  My shoulder is still re-frozen and I am learning to deal with the chronic pain that still accompanies my recovery but I AM recovering.  I’ve been incredibly lucky to have a husband that understands me and friends that give me the gift of patience as I ease my way back into Living.  I am painting again, creating some of the best works of my career.  I spend a lot of time reminding myself what it means to be in the present moment.  Change is inevitable – I am not the same that I was yesterday and tomorrow I will be different than I am today.  Accepting what currently ‘is’ is what’s getting me through.

I’ll wrap things up with a share of one of my latest paintings from my Power Animals of the Planet series.  Thanks for your thoughts as I continue to recover.  :)

panther~~Black Panther symbolizes determination, will, and tremendous patience. She teaches us to be comfortable with darkness, for within darkness, light can be found. Trust that all will be well. Confront your fears. Embrace your inner strength.
Be Like Panther.~~










   Mar 02

Shoulder surgery update

I have meant to post an update (several progress reports, actually) since surgery.  Unfortunately, I have had complications which has, at times, brought me to my knees.  It has been difficult.  Due to my inability to tolerate any prescribed pain medication, I’ve had to grit my teeth and push through physical therapy on my own.

I have been trying to distract myself as much as I am able by painting with my left hand as I can tolerate.  I posted an update via my Instagram account this afternoon which sums up the last few weeks and my current state of mind (which, at times, changes by the hour):


“Progress on Squirrel.  It has been five weeks now since shoulder surgery, and although I am grateful that I’ve been able to make use of my left hand I am eager to get back to normal and move forward from this chapter of my life. Rehab has been the most painful and challenging thing I have ever been through. Pain is an evil temptress – it begs you to quit; it taunts and misleads you into thinking you can’t take any more – but then you realize what you’re working for and the end goal is suddenly all that matters – quitting is not an option.”

Thank you for your thoughts.  Until next time….

   Jan 31

Shoulder Surgery Recovery

It must have been fate that I read this blog post from Lynn’s Weigh this evening. I haven’t read my usual blogs for well over a year – since I began painting full-time. Yet here I was, feeling sorry for myself, wasting time about the Internet and came across the title of your Lynn’s blog in my bookmarks section on Internet Explorer (which, by the way, I don’t even use anymore as a browser). Fate indeed.

Lynn left a comment on my blog several weeks ago about having had hip replacement surgery.  I made a mental note to visit her blog to see how she was doing but because of thoughts regarding my own impending surgery, it slipped my mind.  When I came across it tonight I immediately resonated with Lynn’s words as though they were my own.  It was about letting others do for you when you can’t do for yourself.

It has been five days now since my shoulder surgery. What I thought would be a reasonable and common fix ended up being a very extensive repair.  The mass that was resting on my shoulder blade was not a mass at all, but rather the actual shoulder blade itself.  Since my initial injury last May, everything began to deteriorate and my shoulder blade became misaligned.  In addition to having no cartilage where the ball of my arm meets the socket of my shoulder I had to have a portion of my shoulder blade sawed down as it was causing nerve damage and muscle atrophy underneath.

I am now on a passive mobility machine which moves my arm for me so it doesn’t freeze during this part of the healing process while I wait for my staples to be removed. I will then begin a very long and grueling physical therapy for several months.  If everything goes well I should be back to painting within the next few months. I have however, received nerve damage to my painting hand since the operation which has left my thumb and forefinger partially numb.  I am hoping this is temporary.



My personal but necessary torture device – a passive mobility machine to aid in my recovery.


I am having a very difficult time allowing others to do for me, as Lynn was mentioning in her own blog post.  The people I would have expected to help me have been scarce, proving themselves to be unavailable either physically or emotionally.  Those of whom I am not used to asking for help have offered to assist me and I have been very resistant, Instead simply wanting to remain in my house closed off from everyone and wallow in my own little world.  Such is the life of this former caregiver;  if I am not allowed to help others, God for bid I allow any help to be given unto me. I realize how absurd and silly this sounds but it has truly been a battle.

My husband has been amazing through all of this and I am very grateful for his attention and love. My dogs have been pretty amazing as well, taking shifts on who will watch over me during the day and night.  I have had one of them by my side nonstop since my return home.

One member of my golden retriever tag team. He is on duty during the day shift, always at my feet.


Thank you Lynn, for your post. I’m sure you had no idea that you wrote it specifically for me (or so I tell myself) but it has given me much to think about. Recover well, my friend.  And to each of you who are going through a similar experience… we will get through this. :)

   Jan 24

Off I go.

This will be my last post before heading off to surgery to fix my shoulder. The wait has been long but I have managed to remain calm for the most part, even though I have shown slivers of craziness on occasion. I take pride in the fact that I am self-aware most of the time and know when I am being unreasonable.

My biggest shortcoming while waiting for a stressful event to take place – especially one that I cannot control, is to try and control things immediately surrounding me. My husband unfortunately gets the best micromanager around – ME – and he doesn't even have to ask. The other day I found myself planning his entire day, deciding for him when he would walk the dogs and eat breakfast; being the good manager I am, I was gracious enough to carve out some time for him in the afternoon to take a little break before finishing the remaining tasks I had in store for him. Only when I found myself moving the dog leashes closer and closer to him did I realize what I was doing. I waited for him to look up from reading with a confused look on his face but he didn't; he only smiled very slightly and shook his head. I apologized and immediately recognized the fact that since I was unable to control anything revolving around my surgery the next best thing was to control everyone in my universe. Thank goodness he understands me; since that revelation I have been doing much better and spending a lot of time meditating. I even went to my first Reiki treatment a couple of days ago. A repeat buyer of my artwork has become a dear friend and she generously offered me a complementary session with her which I graciously accepted. I had no idea what to expect and refrained from reading very much about it beforehand because I didn't want my thoughts about it to influence what I might feel.

I was pleasantly surprised, feeling calm and at peace afterward. On my drive home I found myself with a significant amount of energy – something I have been lacking for the last couple of weeks due to the combination of stress and inability to sleep at night due to shoulder pain. Is no downside to this type of treatment and if you have never had a session before I recommend going in without any preconceived notion; you will likely reflect positively on the outcome.

… So, off I go. Thanks to each of you for your comments of well wishes and positive thoughts – I appreciate every single one. The next time you hear from me I hope to be back painting and successfully tending to my left arm which unfortunately, also has a tear. It is my hope that I will not have to repeat the surgery in another six months when my right shoulder heals. Remaining positive is the key.

Surrender and release.



   Jan 08

Trying to wait patiently while awaiting surgery

My surgery date has been set for January 26 – exactly 2 1/2 weeks from now. While I am doing a pretty decent job at being quite ‘Zen’ about it, the fact remains that I wish it would just get here so that I can begin healing.

How does one patiently await a surgery when she struggles with anxiety? How does she keep her spirits up and keep the negative thoughts out? For me, it helps to have little notes like this posted in various spots around the house:



I like being prepared. I find it helpful to know what to expect so I can better deal with problems as they arise instead of being surprised buy them. However, trying to do research on the Internet about labral tear and rotator cuff repair surgery has provided nothing but horror stories so grand that some people suggest that gnawing off one’s arm as a better alternative to surgery.  I continue to be amazed by peoples initial responses when finding out that I am heading in for an operation.  I’ve had several acquaintances use phrases like,

‘Wow – that’s an incredibly painful recovery.’

‘it’s so frustrating, you’ll feel like you will never get any better.’

‘A friend of mine had it and he said it was excruciating!’

Not the greatest of pep talks, are they?  I have had some people share their own personal stories, giving me straight up facts balanced with positive words and for that I am greatly appreciative. I have decided from this moment forth though, that I am going to rely on my physical therapist as my sole provider of information, and I’m fine with it.

In the meantime, I have my watercolor and acrylic paints to keep me company and my mind occupied. Paint has a way of calming my anxiety like salve to a sore.

My series for 2015 consists of spirit animals and right now I’m working on a grizzly bear.  I am also playing with time lapse video! Here is the beginning stage of my bear – about an hour and a half worth of work condensed into a 31 second clip:



   Jan 01

Setting forth good intentions before shoulder surgery

You’ve made it through Thanksgiving, Christmas parties, family get-togethers, Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve. That’s a lot of socializing in two short months, so I hope you are getting your selves a break and patting herself on the back for a job well done on this New Year’s day, 2015. I for one have had one of the busiest and most fun schedules of my adult life over the past six months and it is all due to having the best set of friends a girl could ever ask for, a husband who still gets me and makes me laugh after nearly 15 years together, and the ability to continue working on my art full-time. Yes, 2014 was a wonderful year.

This is not to say that I had no major setbacks in 2014 – Life is not perfect, after all; but when the Good outweighs the Bad and I continue to wake up feeling incredibly blessed and grateful for the life I have, then life is pretty fantastic indeed.

I have gained a little over 6 pounds in the last six months which I have been halfheartedly attempting to lose; it is now time to put that thought into a plan of action because I need to prepare myself for another major surgery. I spent the better part of 2014 trying to nurse a shoulder injury back to health. I received acupuncture, electromagnetic stimulation and other various therapies to no avail. My diagnosis recently came back as a sobering realization that I have a rotator cuff and labral tear in my shoulder. The cherry on top of this train wreck of an injury is an unidentifiable mass on my scapula that is pressing on underline nerves and muscle. At least I will be making the surgeons job worthwhile by getting my moneys worth, right? Three surgeries for the price of one! Never underestimate the rationale of a frugal woman :-)

If you happened to be following my blog as I was recovering from my abdominal hysterectomy back in 2012 then you will understand my bit of anxiety about having another surgery. I spent the first day and a half emotionally exhausted and in complete freak out mode. A few obsessive-compulsive thoughts started rearing their ugly heads in the middle of the night as I try to sleep. I always been very honest and open on this blog and considered sharing all of my rational as well as irrational thoughts with you but my I have decided that I am not going to do that. One of my personal power words for 2015 is this:


My concerns over this surgery will not change what has already been decided. Therefore, I am making it my job to put forth all of the good that will come from it, and make every attempt to leave all negative thoughts in their place. I feel as though I am about to enter a very thick, lush forest of trees. There is a solid path ahead that will be long and challenging but there is no way around it; no shortcut. I either take that first step forward and begin the journey or I just stand there, stagnant and afraid. At this point fear is no longer an option for me; without the surgery the best case scenario will most certainly be a dislocated shoulder, rendering my painting arm useless. If that’s not enough of a motivator for me, nothing will be.

Because my time spent painting will be altered significantly, it is my hope that through the miracle of verbal dictation I will be blogging a bit more during my recovery, and I look forward to reconnecting with those of you who have hung on as faithful followers of this site.

It’s been a while since I have posted any new artwork here. I assure you my neglect of this site has not been in vain. My series for 2015 will be titled: Power Animals of the Planet. Here is a peek of my first few pieces–



I apologize for the lack of clarity as these were taken directly from my camera, sans any editing.


A Happy New Year to you all– one that is filled with health and happiness.

Until next time…

   Dec 01

Vegan Lemon Raspberry Muffins

With the holidays in full swing, I’ve been doing quite a bit of baking lately. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m just using the holidays as an excuse – I’d create my own holiday if it gave me a reason to bake! (National Eraser Day? Why, that’s a perfect occasion for some muffins, yes?)

I will admit though, my favorite go-to recipe during the months of November and December is still my no-fail low-fat, low sugar applesauce pumpkin bread recipe, which you can find here   However, I have recently discovered a new recipe that I love just as much (dare I say, more?):  Vegan Lemon Raspberry Muffins!

I first found out about this recipe through my friend Laurel.  Although I am not a Vegan, I do love me a tried and true recipe and Laurel said this was super delicious and easy.  She was right!  This recipe has also been easy to modify: I’ve substituted blueberries instead of raspberries and I’ve even omitted berries altogether and used bananas for a super moist banana muffins.  No matter what fruit I use, the muffins rise beautifully and have loads of flavor.

Why no photos, you ask?  Well…..um – see, they were so delicious that they ended up going fairly quickly and I forgot to photograph them.  True story.   SO…..if anyone decides to make these fairly soon and wants to donate a snapshot of their loveliness, please do and I’ll give you full credit for your handiwork :)

Vegan Lemon Raspberry Muffins

  • 2 1/4 cups of all purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoons of baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon of salt
  • 1 teaspoon of baking soda
  • 1/2 cup of veggie oil -or- melted Earth Balance Spread
  • 1/3 cup of Agave nectar
  • 1/3 cup of maple syrup
  • 2/3 cup of almond or soy milk
  • 2 teaspoons of vanilla extract
  • 1 teaspoon of lemon extract
  • 1/2 lemon, zested
  • 1 cup raspberries, fresh or frozen

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.  Spray 12 muffin tin.  While the oven is preheating mix together the dry ingredients.  Add the oil, Agave, maple syrup, milk, vanilla & lemon extracts and lemon zest.  Stir until there are no clumps remaining.  Gently fold in raspberries and pour the batter evenly into each muffin cup.  Bake on center rack for approximately 30 minutes or until the tops are a golden light brown.


In other news, it’s been a while since I’ve shared my latest painting with you so I’ll leave you with this sweet face right here:

Baby Ella, completed in November, 2014

Baby Ella, completed in November, 2014

   Nov 02

Me, a Comic Book Girl?

The time changed last night and I’m sitting here wondering how I will handle it these next two weeks.  Whenever we ‘fall-back’ I REALLY fall back – as in, hitting the ground hard and then just rolling over to take a nap.  It takes a couple of weeks for me to adjust, this business of getting dark at 4:30 in the afternoon.  Ugh!

Okay, Halloween is over so that’s enough ‘moaning’, right?

Speaking of Halloween, (and thank you Vickie for asking!)  YES, I did hold my Halloween party this year – which will officially become an annual event from this year forward thanks to the great turnout and response that my husband and I received.  It always feel so nice to know that people enjoy coming to my home. We put so much work into our Halloween parties; if I didn’t get this kind of feedback, it simply wouldn’t be worth the effort, otherwise.

One thing I can say about my guests:  they were all committed to making their costumes as brilliant as they could be – all hoping to win the Mumm-Award.  What’s that, you ask?  It’s the coveted First Place Prize that the winner must hold for the year and bring back NEXT Halloween so that he/she can defend their title.

Following are just a few photos taken during the evening, including the winner of this year’s Mumm-Award, but first:  my costume this year: An homage to Lichtenstein’s pop art comic book girl:



I hesitated to commit myself to this costume due to the time it takes to add all of those dots, but I changed my mind when I started thinking like an artist and pulled out an art stencil which had tiny dots on them.  It took literally 10 minutes to complete the ‘newspaper dot’ effect with the stencil, some blush and a round face brush.


The full effect of my costume – courtesy of my local Goodwill store and a sharpie marker :)


The Werewolf and an Evil Rag doll (who looks less evil in this photo with her huge grin!)


Dolly Parton in the center with a couple of hippies on either side.  The hippie shirts were hand-dyed!  Now that’s dedication!IMG_3053

The most clever costume, in my opinion:  A pair of boobs!

and, this year’s winner of the Mumm-Award:


Flo- the Progressive Commercial Lady :)

Happy belated Halloween, everyone.







































   Oct 22

Opportunities for Growth – bound half lotus tip-toe pose

When I used to take my golden retriever to our local nursing home I quickly noticed who the most popular residents were.  They were the people whom always had a smile on their face, were pleasant to talk to and who chatted about things other than their health or how horrible their room was.  These were not special people – they had aches and pains like everyone else; they sold their homes, gave many personal possessions away and moved into a less-than-desired place like everyone else but their attitudes set them apart.  Nurses enjoyed them, other residents admired them and people like me respected them.  It was their attitude that set them apart.  They seemed to take every situation – good or bad – and found some piece of good within it all.  I quickly realized that I wanted to have that kind of outlook when I was at that stage of my life.  I didn’t want to be the person who finds fault with every little thing, who complains about every person they run into; who holds onto a bitterness that spreads like a cancer.  I have lived with people like that for a good part of my life and it wasn’t who I wanted to be.

I stopped volunteering at the nursing home when my dog died but the lessons I learned there have stuck with me.  It’s not easy to keep a positive outlook when I have chronic pain.  I’ve recently come to the realization that I’ve suffered from some form of pain since the age of 16.  I don’t know what it’s like to wake up pain-free, and that can take its toll so I get it.  But honestly, it’s becoming easier to maintain a positive outlook the more I practice it.  Nothing has taught me that more than dealing with neck/shoulder pain for the last 6 months but every night before I go to bed I am thankful for the opportunities I’ve been given since this happened.  I can still use my left hand to paint and have gained a new skill that I never would have had reason to attempt otherwise.

My largest left-handed painting to date.

My largest left-handed painting to date.

So, an update.  I am still having issues and there are days when I can’t set foot in my studio – even to paint with my non-dominant hand, due to the pain that radiates from my neck down my arm.  But I am learning to redirect that energy towards other things that I CAN do.  Yoga is one of those beautiful things in life that waits for me to come back to it, just like an old, dear friend.  It doesn’t matter that I can’t currently hold plank. or Downward facing Dog – it’s just glad to see me taking care of my body the best I can, and even though my upper body may be regressing somewhat, my lower body is still strong and powerful.

Bound half lotus tip-toe poseThis week I nailed bound half lotus tip-toe pose and I am grateful; when my pain resolves itself I know that I’ll appreciate painting in a way that I never have before.  These are the mantras I play over in my head and it makes all the difference in the world.   Of course I still have down days – I’m human; but I won’t let them define me.