“How’s your ankle?” the guard asked as I hobbled back from the stage. My boyfriend and I had flown from South Florida to New Hampshire for Northlands Music and Arts Festival. The music lineup was a dream. Unfortunately, I arrived with a herniated disc. “My ankle? My ankles feel great, actually! Thanks for asking! My back feels like shit, but you know what? I’m just going to focus on my ankles!” I was in a lot of pain. I couldn’t stand up to dance or walk for more than a minute at a time. But despite that, something beautiful happened. 🧠 The Shift: Mind Over Matter (and Pain) I had…