The end of Wild Wild West week

I made it through.

And it ended up being a really good week.

It’s not that I was thinking it wasn’t going to be good, I was more overwhelmed by how much was scheduled. When I sit back and reflect on it, it actually went off without a hitch. Dare I say, I remained calm every day.

Except yesterday. By the end of the day yesterday I was an over cooked french fry.

I let myself take the day off; no self care ritual, no writing here, no making dinner…just spent time with my core group doing things that felt inspiring and fun.

But here is where I kicked myself right in the ass. I thought, “sure honey, we can stay up and start a new show".

What is wrong with me.

I know better. Even if I only start counting from the age in which I actually started paying attention to my body’s queues, I still have 10 years of expereince in which I KNOW, I do not thrive staying up watching a show until 11:30 pm. My body will still be ready to rumble, most days, by 6 am. And my toddler is absolutely ready for WWE Throwdown by 7 am.

Sigh. I did start a new fiber project though while staying up much too late, that makes me giddy.

Wild Wild West Week - 1 Holly - 0. Almost made, I was so close to escaping my self created chaos with chillness and grace. But I had to start watching Seven Dials *eye roll*

Welp. Cheers to trying! *clinks big ol’ mug of coffee*

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