The Rainbow

    Don't you love those moments when the perfect song comes on your radio at the precise moment you need to hear it? That happened to me today on my way back from the chiropractor's office. It was my first visit to the chiro, and truth be told - I was apprehensive, if not skeptical. But on my way home, even though I was still in pain, I honestly felt (and I apologize for the cliche) that a weight had been lifted. For the first time in two days (maybe a bit longer) I thought, "I'm going to be OK". 
    Then I heard the lyrics, "Hold your head up high... I know it's hard...there's always a rainbow after the rain...". Sadly, I don't know the artist or song title (comments here would be appreciated;) but I've heard the song before and never paid attention to the lyrics. Now, here they were, lifting me up just when I needed the push. It was amazing! In that moment, the wind blew through my hair with more vigor, the air felt fresher around me, and my car got better gas mileage. It could happen;)
    You may be wondering, why a chiropractor? I thought you hurt your knee? You'd be right. But as it turns out, the left side of my body didn't agree to relentless overtime. There was a riot - leaving me completely incapable of
even the simplest task: standing up straight. Go ahead, let your imagination run wild with the fun I had mothering two small, very wonderful, yet needy, children in that condition. So when I woke today with the same excruciating pain, I decided it was time to seek professional help.
    The treatment starts tomorrow, and I have to say (since I'm using cliches) I'm giddy as a school girl! For a wife, not being able to move is inconvenient and unromantic (to say the least). For a mother, it's
extraordinarily daunting. For a dancer... it's torture. My mind has been warring against itself since I hurt my knee last Monday. I try to stay positive, my pain kicks me in the hope gland. I try to test the waters, my incapacity scoffs at the naivety. I try to watch a dance movie, my sorrow darn near overcomes me. (Or maybe it was that it was a really bad dance movie, which is encouraging because I write good dance movies! If bad ones get made - mine's in the bag!;) 
    I think it's safe to say, I could use a rainbow. Not just any rainbow - I'm requesting one of those gigantic double rainbows! Not because I deserve it. I think, as a society, we've gotten downright insane about what we think we "deserve". I know there are a lot of people out there who have it leagues tougher than me. And I'm not complaining. I have a fabulously capable and generous husband, two outstanding kids, and a budding writing career that has only benefit from my gimp-ness. I merely ask for a double because I like to Go Big, Baby! (And I find them fascinating. How do they even scientifically make sense? And why did we never have those in KY? Are all things cool reserved for high altitude? Again, comment;)     
    So, if it's been raining on you recently, hold your head up high - even if it's hard - and join me in my rainbow hunt. Heck, I may even let you have the pot of gold. Until then, take a spin around the hardwood for me. And don't worry, I'll be seeing you there soon.