Day 335-The Creep in the Hot Tub

Yesterday I chaperoned my daughter's Girl Scout swim party. Weirdly enough, out of 75 parents, I was one of 5 wearing a swimming suit. Not at all awkward. 

And then my girl happily ran off with her buddy, letting me know I was not needed. So I plopped my rear in the whirlpool and kicked back. 

Ahhhh...

After a while, with no one to chat it up with, I started to look at folks and their alignment. 

I was the creep in the hot tub, gawking at people.

I, however, have less hair on my chest and more on my forehead.

But I learned a tub load about the chain of alignment. I saw lots of men thrusting their ribs out in an effort to make them seem all chesty and minimize their guts. Ouch. I bet I know what causes them trouble, but I couldn't tell them. All I could do was be the creep in the hot tub and watch as they strutted on by.

And then! I saw so many women tucking their tailbones under that it made me cry for all the uteri out there and I could've placed bets and won them on who had back pain, who were lifetime high-heel worshipers, whose neck was freakin' killing them, and whose shoulders were burning.

Sigh. I couldn't say a thing, only watch and wish that I could help. 

That's the tricky part with my line of work and study. People would rather eat pills, wear orthotics, or just live with their chronic pain rather than seek what I believe is the most simple, natural and long-lasting way to relief: learn how to realign. 

I can't say a darn thing until someone clues in that I can help them out. Then the whole darn world opens up to them when they realize how much control they truly have over their well-being. 

Creepily, 
Dani