Nothing is scarier than a blank page, or a blank mind. I used to be able to write – to keep a thought in my brain for more than just a few seconds without it flying away with the rest of my creativity. I too, am a victim of the cell phone era or more specifically, the iPhone era where other people’s content is available at my fingertips 24/7. I am constantly consuming, constantly dreaming of what my life could be or should be like according to the latest food blogger, nutritionist, celebrity, lifestyle guru, boss babe, fitness expert, journalist, Real Housewife, or even my peers. I stare down at my phone and consume so much in fact, that I recently threw out my neck doing just that – scrolling through too much noise.
I went to bed on the eve of New Years’ Eve and everything was perfectly fine – granted I likely spent the evening scrolling through Instagram and tilting my head up every so often to get a glimpse of various scenes from Sex and The City, a series which I’ve watched tens of times in my life. I went to bed anxious, like so many other nights. I woke up like so many other mornings and hopped in the shower to get ready for work. However, not like the other times, when I got out of the shower and flipped over to comb out my hair (like I’ve done so many times before), I popped back up to an excruciating (and quite literal) pain in my neck. The next week and a half consisted of multiple trips to the Chiropractor (a doctor I had never before seen up until this point), a trip to a Primary Care Physician (another doctor I didn’t normally go to up until this point), physical therapy (both at home and at the Chiro), handfuls of Ibuprofen, and one panicked call to my Dad in Chicago at 1am when I had convinced myself I would be paralyzed forever.
Although I can now turn my head from side to side and up and down (motions I no longer take for granted), I still am not 100% and it is going to take some time to get there. During my first visit to the Chiropractor, I asked the inevitable question: why? Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong? Why did I – a normal, seemingly healthy 30-year-old woman suddenly experience this intense pain and lose the ability to move my neck? Dr. Hitender told me that like so many other people in this generation, I have lost the crucial curve in my neck that is essential for not only holding up my head, but for normal human neck function. He told me that the normal cervical spine (neck) curvature is measured between 20 and 40 degrees, and mine was resting just over 3 degrees. 3 DEGREES! That means that between my corporate desk job, my TV watching and my constant need to scroll on my iPhone, I have managed to whittle down my neck 17 degrees from where it was to begin with. This is obviously extremely alarming and has given me ample time to sit and think about the changes I want to make in my day to day life to build back a healthy curvature and ensure something like this doesn’t happen again.
So here I am. It’s Friday night and I’m already posted up at home in my cozy apartment. I plan on walking 30 minutes on the treadmill (the only workout OK’d by my Chiro for now) then making dinner and icing my neck while I watch the latest episodes of my favorite Bravo shows from my couch. While I can’t escape all my guilty pleasures, or my life of desk sitting just yet, I can vow to look up a little more.
Not only that, but if I’m going to be chained to a screen for a good portion of my day, the least I can do is create more and consume less. I have been wanting to start a blog for as long as I can remember. I am an open book to those who know me, constantly sharing my insights and shenanigans and over sharing to those who will listen. Now, while I can move and type and think and inspire – there is no better time than now to get these thoughts down on paper. Although I’ll be going through all the same motions physically, I will be creating something that is all mine vs. consuming things from the minds of others and that, my friends, is a step in the right direction.
Welcome to, Blonde & Restless.