Wise Words

A conversation between myself and my physiotherapist that does one on Pilates with me.

I’m broken.

“No, you are not.”

“I feel as if I am an old jalopy with bits falling off or apart, and being held together by duck tape.”

“You are injured and healing. Words matter. Changing thought patterns is important. You have the right mindset for rehabilitation, you do the work, you show up. But you need to change the perspective of yourself. Yes, you have an underlining connective tissue disorder. People’s bodies age. I am of the firm belief that people can heal. You need to be positive. We can all be depreciating.”

I have food for thought. I can work on changing my outset.

But

I think I am developing arthritis in my knuckles . . .

Guess the Category

Cadillac

Not a car

Reformer

Not a politician

Chair

Not a piece of furniture

Trapeze

Not the circus

Loop strap

Not on clothing

So

Not something to drive

Not someone to debate

Not something to sit down on

Not something to cavort upon aerially

Not something to toggle close

What am I?

All these disparate items have something in common:

they belong in a studio

a Pilates studio.