OK, so Father's Day came and went and so did my Sunday depression/blues. And for that I'm grateful. Though I should be/possibly am PMS'ing ... so there's that.
I totally finished my 60-Day Challenge a week early, and I've not even posted about it here. I'm not feeling eloquent at all though. And even though I finished the challenge Wednesday, I still practiced last night and am planning on being in the hot room again in less than two hours.
I am such a "go big or go home" person, so "all or nothing," so type-A. I always go overboard. With everything. And I'm aware of it.
Anyway, for obvious reasons, I found this article entertaining: 9 Signs You're Addicted to Bikram Yoga.
Read it, and naturally you'll understand why I might have verbally said, "Yes, Yes, YES" when I discovered there's a studio in Naples. I thought I was going to be SOL next month when I'm in Florida. Relief.
And also, you might understand that I'm having a mini-heart attack realizing I have to pick up my kid and get to practice because it starts in just 70 minutes (yes, I was dicking around and IM'ing and FB'ing and whatnot while also working on this little update here).
M'kay, bye.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Father's Day 2014
I woke up to find myself unexpectedly down and depressed this Father's Day. I really didn't expect it to have an affect on me, but live and learn.
I'm not depressed that I'm not seeing my father, or that I haven't since February. I'm sad because I have no desire to even phone him. I'm sad reflecting on how much he has let me down, and I'm sad because it hurts. It's no wonder I don't trust people at all.
This is also the third weekend in a row that my son has not been at home because his father has possession of him, and my body physically hurts because I miss him so much. I'm eager for him to return tomorrow, and I can't wait until next weekend when I get to enjoy some quality time with him ... before he heads to his father's for 18 straight days at the end of June and beginning of July. I wonder when this won't be so painful. Ever?
So anyway, I'm heading to the yoga studio to turn the pain up a notch today. Sometimes that's the only thing that gives me any relief.
I'm not depressed that I'm not seeing my father, or that I haven't since February. I'm sad because I have no desire to even phone him. I'm sad reflecting on how much he has let me down, and I'm sad because it hurts. It's no wonder I don't trust people at all.
This is also the third weekend in a row that my son has not been at home because his father has possession of him, and my body physically hurts because I miss him so much. I'm eager for him to return tomorrow, and I can't wait until next weekend when I get to enjoy some quality time with him ... before he heads to his father's for 18 straight days at the end of June and beginning of July. I wonder when this won't be so painful. Ever?
So anyway, I'm heading to the yoga studio to turn the pain up a notch today. Sometimes that's the only thing that gives me any relief.
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