I'm doing actually pretty well at Day "25" (in quotes due to time proceeding more consistently than my program compliance). My elbows have almost been entirely pain-free, even with typing and sporadic tests of activities I could never do before without triggering pain (swimming, yoga, chopping food, traveling with unchecked luggage etc.). It's truly bizarre that reading about TMS could send a person from entirely working though dictating and foot-mousing, using capsaicin cream daily, sleeping with immobilizing braces, and the list goes on and on, to someone living entirely normally, without the expectation that any particular activity may result in pain and tears. It is truly as though I stepped into another person's life and my own fantasy life. However, now I've turned my focused to the origins of this pain--prioritizing externally based perfectionism over my inner child that embodies intrinsically motivated creativity, curiosity, and hyper-focus. I certainly am no professional yet at eradicating my preoccupation with external approval--just this week I spent five days in trigger hell, also known as the academic conference and had several delightful days of spontaneous elbow pain and migraines. Nonetheless, I am very curious and apprehensive about the possibility of turning the misery/exhaustion/envy and subsequent cruelty that accompanies perfectionism to the joy/energy/creativity and subsequent compassion that accompanies those rare moments of Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi's concept of "flow." I think graduate school and academia have fostered my perfectionism (similar to many of us in professional positions--aka the "paradox of privilege"), but I believe myself vulnerable to developing perfectionistic tendencies due to my natural reticence to engage in intrinsically motivated activities which foster flow. Hopefully down the line I will have some helpful strategies to share with the forum about transforming from a mouse energetically and ceaselessly pushing the button that stimulates the "maybe I'll get external validation" neurotransmitter until I croak into the mouse energetically and ceaselessly building cheese art or whatever stimulates my flow. If anyone on the forum has somehow managed to pull that musical-montage worthy transformation off, I would love to hear their advice!