There are days when I come home wanting ice packs for my feet. I am not a ballet dancer or a high-heeled runway model. I am not a construction worker or even (at least currently) a stage manager. I am not on my feet all day, but that ice pack sure does sound nice.
Chances are, most days, I would be able to stand the ice pack for no
more than a few minutes. What I really want, I suppose, is a magic
potion that will remove the stresses from my feet, and the physical and
mental stresses from everywhere else. A virtual ice pack that numbs
today when necessary, preserves--or resets--me for tomorrow
if needed. The soothing thing that says "You're home now, you made it,
congratulations, relax." And that, above all, forces me to stop, and
Most days, we manage fine without that ice pack. We make it through the
daily challenges, and mostly, our feet and our psyches survive intact.
But when that's not enough, a virtual (or even a real) ice pack is
immensely helpful. It forces us to stop. And it has us up and running
again in no time.