Mondays are not my favorite. But I did make it to the gym at lunch, where I didn't die, thank God. I thought I might, but if I did then I would have to miss my lesson with K tonight. So, I hung on, gutted it out, and prayed for the day to come when I have my stamina back. Patience and hard work will get me there. I am more than a little stressed about all that I have on my plate in the next month, four trips out of town and then a visit from my parents :) Crazy, but I know I will make it through thanks to my husband, friends, and family.
Even with an overly full calendar, I do try my best to pause and enjoy where I am at the moment. Otherwise, what is it all about?