May 27, 2017 That was my thought as the 1½” framing chisel, sharpened to a keen edge, slipped from my left hand and headed for the concrete. Dropped objects represent the warfare between failing physiology and the brains adaption to ensure safety. I no longer employ the lizard brain, reflexibly sending my hand after the falling tool. It is now a wary brain, willing to let the chisel gouge a chunk of concrete. But is the workaround an acknowledgement or a surrender? Do I feel this is a helpful and logical adaptation or is it a view into the abyss of loss, the first step in the progression to disablement?
A Journey To No Regrets 