The Split Chronicles 

You may have read my first journal entry about my foray into becoming bendy.I wrote a blog post about my goal to finally do the splits before traveling to Split, Croatia – a plan that felt equal parts ambitious and adorable in hindsight. At the time, I imagined progress would be linear: stretch consistently, drop into a split somewhere scenic, and feel deeply accomplished (preferably near the water). What I didn’t account for was the way the body has its own timeline….and its own sense of humor.

Fast forward to today, and while I still haven’t casually slid into a perfect split on cue, the journey has gotten a lot more interesting. This is the next chapter. The one where confidence shows up a little too loudly, my “good” side betrays me with a very audible pop, and I’m reminded, once again, that flexibility, like life, is less about forcing and more about listening.

For years my left side has been the problem child. Tight. Stubborn. Emotionally unavailable. Meanwhile, my right side has always felt… promising. Cooperative. Encouraging. The kind of side that makes you believe things like, “Today could be the day.”

And that’s where I went wrong.

This morning, my right side felt ready. Open. Capable. Almost smug. I warmed up, eased in, and thought to myself,
Wow. Look at this progress. We are doing this.

Reader, we were not doing this.

Because just as I started imagining myself casually dropping into a right-side split like it was no big deal…. POP. 

Not my left side.
The good side.
The one I trusted.

It was the kind of pop that immediately humbles you. The kind that says, You confused potential with permission. The kind that reminds you that confidence without patience is just recklessness in cute leggings.

So now my left side is sitting back like, “See? I told you.”
And my right side, the so-called hero, has officially entered its healing era.

Lesson learned:
Sometimes the side that feels easiest is just waiting to teach you the loudest lesson.