Monday, January 12, 2026

Criss Cross My Apple Sauce

 Sitting here with criss-crossed legs, the rumblings of numbness begin to wash over. My left leg has all the tingles and lack of available mobility; taunting me with the vibrations of its uselessness. 

Is the lack of blood in my legs the reason for this deadness? Or was it how I chose to sit?

Often times I am tempted to blame the symptom...not the cause. I do not acknowledge it was my actions that led to a numb leg.


"Every Choice We Make Defines Our Future Tinglings"

-Jakob Shalom

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