\nOne nice thing about a total neuromuscular collapse as you enter middle age is it serves as a bright line beyond which you don’t physically do shit you’re too old for now, where if the transition was more gradual I suspect I’d carry some things on longer than I should.
I mean as I rehabilitate I do continue to push and expand the limits of my capability, I’m not just settling for a permanently cramped physical life, but I’ve accepted and internalized that I’m never taking up slacklining, y'know?
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