I got myself up this morning, determined to check in at the studio
and feel like a human.
I put up some Halloween decor and said hello to a few clients
but feel so gross and inadequate.
I still feel overwhelmed at my situation, mainly because
I was so prepared to open the studio, teach classes, and socialize with the clients,
while spending my days working in the studio.
Now I can barely get out of bed, can't fit in my clothes,
and hide from people because my energy/social battery is broken.
I usually bring in fresh flowers, but have been lacking on that front, too.
I know there will be things I will do again once I am feeling better,
and I hold on to that hope every day.
I put up some dancing skeletons on the front
desk, opened up some mail, including the new Barre3 Chatham Park onesies for
all the mama clients in the studio!
Then I left and disappeared back to my sick cave, but not before
taking a photo of Jane, my hero, for doing all the jobs at the studio I can't.
I got home to a few packages in our box at the end of the driveway.
They were from Umi.
She is so excited for baby six, and is sending me little things
which makes me so happy and eager for this miracle to
make her appearance in our lives!
This will allllll be worth it.
This will allllll be worth it.
This will allllll be worth it.
