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			<title><![CDATA[ Pain Teaches]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <span class="DarkGreen14"><span class="DarkGreen18">Pain Teaches.</span><br><span class="DarkGreen14"></span><span class="DarkGreen12"></span></span><span class="DarkGreen14"><span class="DarkGreen14"><span class="DarkGreen12">By: Molly Brackett&nbsp;</span></span></span> <br><br>Going to college wasn't a question.&nbsp; The question was where I was going to go?&nbsp; After months of researching &amp; traveling to campuses, I found one.&nbsp; Stepping foot on Drake University was a breath of fresh air.&nbsp; The first few weeks of pharmacy school were great.&nbsp; Classes were going to be challenging but equally rewarding.&nbsp; The picture of my future had been painted - six years of grueling studying and perhaps compromises, but a successful and financially rewarding career lay ahead.<br><br>Four weeks into new classes, new professors, a new dorm, and new friends, I had a newfound chronic condition: migraines.&nbsp; While I was telling myself college and a collegiate degree in pharmacy is what I wanted, my body was telling me otherwise.&nbsp; There was an internal struggle lighting a fire.&nbsp; The fire would burn, smolder, smoke, and burn heavier.&nbsp; It was a constant cycle.&nbsp; I lived with a migraine everyday of my freshman year pending the level of intensity on a pain scale of 1-10.&nbsp; Every day I had a pain scale of less than four was a good day.&nbsp; At one point, my parents were afraid of phone calls with the area code 515 because they were fearful of who was on the other end - the ER doc or me. <br><br>Being a student within the pharmacy program, I had access to documents about the plethora of medications I was using.&nbsp; I also got professional opinions beyond the walls of a pharmacy or hospital.&nbsp; At times this was useful, but it also lit my fire inside too.&nbsp; I began to notice a trend.&nbsp; When I was studying pharmacy protocol or related material, my migraines would intensify. <br><br>Cycle after cycle of migraines, missing class, and social functions, I began to retreat inside.&nbsp; I decided if I couldn't be apart of campus life, I was going to be apart of who I was becoming.&nbsp; I started looking for messages internally that were becoming physical symptoms.&nbsp; Was it possible that my emotional and spiritual well-being were not aligned?&nbsp; Is there a correlation to your emotional, spiritual, mental, and physical well-being?&nbsp; Were they really interconnected?&nbsp; And, did I really want a career as a pharmacist?<br><br>As I began to discover what I internally needed, my migraines began to subside.&nbsp; My emotional and spiritual well-being was interconnected to my physical state of health.&nbsp; Looking back on those years, I had always been interested in the intersection of east meets west.&nbsp; That's when I realized the two could be harmonious within my body.&nbsp; By changing my major, diet, prescription medications, exercise, acupuncture, yoga, meditation, and structural integration, I was able to achieve a level of health that has been sustainable for the past ten years: healthy and migraine free.<br><br>Although my internal radio frequency was different from that of the radio frequency outside, I was finally in-tune.&nbsp; The level of pain endured for a number of years was excruciating, but my pain taught me how to be happy, authentic, and whole through listening to my body, not just my head.<br><br>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Balance]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font class="DarkGreen18">Balance.<br><span class="DarkGreen12">By: Molly Brackett</span><br></font><br>Living in Minnesota doesn't always provide me with balance.&nbsp; We have four distinctive seasons, more water than land, and more mosquitoes than butterflies.&nbsp; Despite Minnesota sending me signals that are innately one-sided, I try to see the silver lining.&nbsp; 
<p>Recently I was driving home after work during a snowstorm.&nbsp; I left work early to run a few errands.&nbsp; Who runs errands when you're getting 6-8 inches of snow in Minnesota?&nbsp; Most people leave work early to go home in the off chance they can spend more time with their family.&nbsp; I did the opposite.&nbsp; I HAD to get more boxes checked off my 'to do' list.&nbsp; Despite the snow, my little Volkswagen Beatle plowed through the streets of Minneapolis to get me to my destinations.&nbsp; The irony of this story is I needed to go to a store specializing in organizational containers and materials to simplify your life.&nbsp; I stopped in, browsed, and checked out.&nbsp; But I was near another store I 'needed' to go to.&nbsp; If not now, next week&nbsp;- why not?&nbsp; </p>
<p>The VW and I went down the street to head to our next destination.&nbsp; Little did I know when I arrived I was going to make three trips to my car (parked outside and buried in snow).&nbsp; Home accessory shopping is more exciting when there's a snowstorm than during a clear sunny day! Snow continues to fall in sheets while I trudge through in my Ugg boots.&nbsp; On my third trip, I was walking down the stairs that had not been salted or shoveled and my feet come out from under me and I fell to my knees, later my elbows.&nbsp; No, I wasn't feeling the need to bow down to the snow gods &amp; thank them for more snow - I lost my balance.&nbsp; </p>
<p>I realized that my way of falling was the second sign from the universe this was a bad idea.&nbsp; My first sign were people headed the opposite direction I was going toward.&nbsp; The universe sent me what I needed: to slow down.&nbsp; I realized that slowing down &amp; staying in touch with my inner guidance allows for more balance.&nbsp; Although I needed more balance within my Ugg boots that day!&nbsp; </p>
<p>Balance shows up in our lives each day.&nbsp; If I would have listened to my first instinct, I wouldn't have had the chance to fall down; but I did.&nbsp; Thankfully, I didn't internally hurt anything.&nbsp; Only cuts, bruises, &amp; swollen knees remind me of the balance that I intend to achieve for 2009 &amp; beyond.&nbsp; It's easy to caught up in our 'to do' lists &amp; not put the effort to find inner stability.&nbsp; Next time you're giving yourself a tough time the 'to do' list isn't checked off, ask yourself this: what would it be like to ignore the 'to do' list &amp; do something for yourself?&nbsp; How do you find balance?<br><br>Despite my sore muscles accompanied with cuts &amp; bruises, they continue to offer me a reminder that life isn't balanced or black and white.&nbsp; Sometimes gray matter finds you, because you need it.&nbsp; <br></p>]]></description>
			<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 08:54:07 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Structural Integration Blog]]></title>
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