This week … didn’t go as I thought it would when I went to bed on Sunday night, to say the least. So much I wanted to do but just couldn’t focus — too busy worrying, fretting, worrying, fretting, worrying some more. And the first thing to go was training. I’m feeling it, too; I’m incredibly sluggish. I have early yoga tomorrow, and I hope that helps. My hairstylist offered a Groupon last weekend, just in time for my scheduled trim at lunch tomorrow, so that should help. We live within a stone’s throw of two coffee shops, but we finally bought a drip coffeemaker, so that will definitely help. (The proprietor of the coffee shop I frequent most looked so crestfallen when I brought a bag of coffee beans to the register.) And I have a deck of slides to build for a presentation I’m giving this weekend – a perfect adrenaline boost.
A related aside: I am really so fortunate to have so many fantastic women in my life who have stepped in to offer advice and feedback and other assorted guidance over the last few months. I e-mailed one tonight about some writer’s block I’m up against, and she helped with some great prompts that showed me I was on the right track.
I’m joining an informal running club next week, and I had a breakthrough with my novel in the car this afternoon, and my best friend and I cracked inappropriate jokes under our breath the moment we stepped into the gloomy weather. Even with all the worry and heartbreak and setbacks and frustration I can’t help but feel strangely comforted that there is no other way it all should be.