The biggest challenge with Invisalign while traveling is not dropping your aligner in an airport sink (where all the world’s illnesses are congregating).
Literally all the time.
I have a rubber band on the right side. It is hard to smile or open my mouth as it’s pulling my bite back into the right position one little tug at a time. The first four days were the worst with open mouth sores but today, a week later, it’s fine.
In week 5 of a 19 week half marathon training plan which includes 3 runs (now up to 6.5 miles for long run) + 3x per week weights at gym. Exhausting but after we have run it, I have suggested we stay on with the routine and bike the hundred miles in September during the MS 150. 100 miles is fun like a half marathon - for about 70% of it, then I want to die. Mile 9-13 on foot = time spent contemplating all of my poor choices. I’ve really tried to rewire the negative crap rolling around in my head. Mile 85 of 100 usually finds me wanting to be out ahead, alone, preferably. It’s the breaking down in either case that seems to make me stronger. Does it work that way for you? Like building muscles it hurts, but damn look at my muscles!
I caught a cold mid September - right in the heat of travel and training and it’s almost gone 2 weeks later. Still short of breath. Could be stress. Close to the end of doing two full time jobs. I have learned a lot about science working with all these biologists. So far outside my normal day to day. It’s good to get far out of your comfort zone.
Monday, I had to ask a question about something from my regular job, something I should’ve known. I was hesitant. I didn’t want to look stupid. But I needed to learn and I swallowed my pride and fear and asked. I think about the new batch of senior managers, all recently promoted level after level with barely enough time under their belts to be able to lead effectively and wonder about the pressure they feel when they undoubtably have a question but feel as I did, that they cannot ask.
So silly to fear losing face. It’s hard wired into us to hide our cards and do our best. I’ve been trying to teach our son about being his most authentic self and taking my own advice simultaneously. Forcing him to admit when he’s avoiding the truth. Trying to teach him now to spare him wasting a single moment of the precious little time we have on earth.
I’ve been writing a lot. Eddlin is now 32,654 words, rewritten in almost it’s entirety because it had no continuity and the pace and plot were slow and lacking. If my wife will read it, I’m doing ok. “It has to move,” she advised.
I dreamt I shaved half of my hair off the other night. If you believe everything about dreams that means I’m becoming more transparent but slowly. Building confidence. One Invisalign rubber-banded smile at a time. :)