I Move Forward in Life with Joy and Ease

... is the affirmation for sore feet that Louise Hay advises in her book "You Can Heal Your Body".

I have plantar fasciitis. It hurts to walk.
For months I swept this irritating problem under the carpet.
Perhaps if I ignore it, it will go away.

Right! It never just "goes away". Physical problems usually get worse. But I still ignore my body more often than not.

A couple of weeks ago, however, I decided I'd had enough. So, I went to my doctor (anyone who knows me knows my husband is a doctor, but who listens to their husbands?)


She confirmed my diagnosis (isn't the net wonderful? We can all self-diagnose and get a head start on treatment). And sent me for physio. Physio? What the heck? My feet are sore. The last thing I need is exercise.

But - she was right.


My first physio appointment was on a messy, sloppy, snowy day. The driving sucked. The clinic parking lot was full. I drove around forever and finally found a really tight spot that someone else had just vacated. It was a tight squeeze and I prayed the cars on each side of me wouldn't dent mine as they tried to manoeuver out of that squishy space.


I was 15 minutes late. Nobody really cared. But I watched the clock to make sure I got my full hour treatment.
I learned some exercises, had an ultrasound treatment and was told to buy "heel cups" to put in my shoes.
I walked up to the desk to pay my bill.

"Do you have your parking ticket?" inquired the receptionist.
I checked my purse. Not there. My pockets. Not there either.
"Must have left it in my car" I mumbled, feeling like a school kid.
"Well, you'll have to go and get it"


Fine. I marched to the car on tender tootsies. Searched it high and low. No ticket. That meant I couldn't get out of the parking lot.
Now I was getting mad. Just because of a lousy piece of paper, I can't get home? Puleeese!

I walked over (on tender tootsies, remember) to the entrance; waited until nobody was looking and punched the button that releases the gate to let you in, and pushes out a ticket.
Nothing happened. I tried again, just to make sure.
Still nothing.
Darn! There must have been some sort of sensor that looked me up and down and decided I wasn't a car. You're not a car, so you don't get a ticket and the "arm" stays firmly down.
Thanks!


I trudged back to the physio office.
"I can't find it", I told the girl, preparing for a fight.
"Oh, no problem". She handed me a token so I could get out.
Well, why didn't she just do that in the first place!!!!

Back to the car. Thank goodness it was still wedged in that tiny space. I carefully backed out and went home.


Deciding I needed all the help I could get with these feet, I picked up Louise Hay's book. Her philosophy is that for every problem in the body, there is an emotional reason.


So I looked up "foot problems" and got:
"Fear of the future, of moving forward in life."

Well that nicely stripped away my defenses for coping with Hubby's illness. I guess I am afraid of what life will be like when he's no longer here.


The affirmation: I Move Forward in Life with Joy and Ease.
Sounds like a plan.
Now I know where to put my focus, as I grapple with moving into Acceptance - away from Fear and towards Joy.