This morning’s call included updates on our colleagues working in the Trump-Elon era. The absurdities we discussed, followed by conversations about the troubling events in our own country, left me feeling disheartened. It feels like I was tricked into being born into this world.
Yet somehow, I’m not hopeless. Not in myself, not in my closest circle. Just staying motivated at work feels like enough. I’m proud of my friends (especially the girls!) for their efforts in both their professional lives and in caring for their families. I love and take pride in my circle.
Reflecting on women’s resilience, I’m continually amazed by the amount of pain we can endure. Hormonal changes introduce various emotional and physical challenges, and the recurring discomfort of menstrual cycles adds to our load. Interestingly, I just happened to read about the physiological connection between the jaw and the pelvis. Turns out, tension in one area can mirror tension in the other due to the intricate network of muscles and fascia linking them. So if you tend to clench your jaw, your pelvic floor might be feeling the strain too.
Hmm.. Hi? Chronic jaw clenching is so me! I’m ridiculously expressive with my jaw, whether out of excitement, frustration, or pure affection, especially when talking to my cats. They don’t care, of course. But should I tone the gemes-gemes down for the sake of my pelvic floor?
I was about to pick a photo I uploaded but decided to just browse the media library instead, and look what I found, lol. What even is this? By the way, that’s Sheldon’s cat, circa 2010.
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