discipline: punishment vs. disobedience

a dying dichotomy that keeps me from even trying

DAY 566:

back in March, i slipped while leaving a tiny house in rural Washington and smashed my tailbone on a wooden stair. when the bruise disappeared (six weeks later) and the X-ray showed that it wasn’t broken, i thought i was in the clear. but alas, when i went to Jazz Fest and walked 20,000+ steps each day, i came home with a throbbing tailbone.

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