This is my year of seeking help.
Today I sought the help of a physical therapist for my obstinate back. With godlike hands, he pummeled out the kinks and I went home feeling as if I'd had a divine healing. Next time, he's going to sort out my weak knee. After that, my soul perhaps?
So many times I had to seek help this year, and I don't regret a single one.
Other things I'm presently receiving help for: my weak core, my inability to understand major seventh chords, my helplessness in doing the rumba.
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