At the end of a week of accepting all challenges and opportunities, I came home with a bit of a sore throat, took a shower and went to bed. I woke up with a raging sore throat, a stuffy nose, and a just feeling tired. I dressed for the gym and took myself out to breakfast I parked outside but ultimately I didn't go into the gym, better I heal before I walk into another full week of challenges.
I've had connection on my mind a lot lately but when I'm always accepting these challenges I'm not left with much time to figure out the whole connection thing, or even to really contemplate it. I find it is my last thought each night as I drift off to sleep, just a question. Though I won't go to the gym today I haven't given up on working out and of course, Jillian Michaels is my favorite for a quick high-intensity workout. I got rid of the old DVD player during the move so I'll have to see if I can find something on YouTube.
Sleep eludes me as the children keep popping in to share snippets of their doings with me. Apparently, I am the best audience seconds before REM. So I gave up and decided to do this.
Despite feeling crummy, I have to say I'm feeling optimistic about life in general. I don't have it solved but it feels possible. I have a few dollars to afford the gas for our trips to soccer games this weekend and then to buy the snacks and food he'll need for this tournament. It's going to be a tight week and I still have to figure out lunches.
Maybe I should go for a walk today too. I'm not feeling even a little creative.
I read my son the first few pages of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein. We'll have to keep reading.