So, I love writing. Even when I’m not in a place to post I’ll frequently spew out a draft and either save it or delete it – it’s cathartic for me. And then sometimes, I write full posts and completely forget that it ever happened — like I did with the below post that I apparently wrote last week. I wrote it last Wednesday right after the ER trauma, and right before our training for b:core, and while part of me thought maybe I should hit delete and leave it in the past….I’m going to honor the dear diary moment that it was since it leads directly into my upcoming recap of training, the methodology, and what I’m now referring to as the wonder team because they’re all so freaking amazing.
So here it is….
Seriously, but not seriously, we got stoned this week — kidney stoned (or Dar did)– and it was not cool. It was not cool because it’s never cool to get severe pain in your kidneys, or to throw up your whole life in front of your dog, or to have to take a not-so-joy ride in an ambulance because you can’t walk or move. Those things are mostly not cool for the person going through the actual ‘pain’ process, but it’s also not cool to be the person calling 911, exhausted enough to start wondering if their questions about ebola might actually be relevant to the situation (has Dar been in close contact with animal blood from West Africa recently? I don’t know! Maybe?); or did it just sound too appealing to have a root cause for why the person keeled over next to you seems to believe there is an alien trying to escape their abdomen. I mean, I guess there are just some things we will never know?
Regardless, Monday night through most of Tuesday is a complete blur, and all of the front loading of work that I had planned kind of evaporated while coping mechanisms took over. If there was one serious positive about the whole thing it was definitely the reiteration of something that was already pretty understood – we’ve got the best community ever, and our friends are unbelievably awesome.
From quickly picking up classes at MAD to delivering dinner two nights in a row (ehem, Anita) and to the constant check in’s to make sure everything was going smoothly, there was never a lonely moment, and for that I thank you. I may currently look like a homeless insomniac, but I am chock full of gratitude for all of the sweet people that we are lucky to know.
Today was the first full day back in life and I’m pretty sure while my body completed some overtime (I had actually worked from 2pm-11pm yesterday to make up for my life evaporation), my brain was still on break for the first couple hours of the day. I finally started to feel less foggy by 10am, and that is exactly when the flood gates all opened. One million emails? check. Three somewhat illogical fire drills? mmhmm. And of course, there was the anxious yet exciting status reports on the next business to join the family, so I was back on all-cylindars digging out.
Tomorrow is going to be epic, and the first of several PTO days that could not be more well spent. It’s foundation building time, and I could not be more excited about completing that stage. I’ve got so many updates, so much crazy news, and of course some already stored content to publish when I have the green light to share the final pieces of what feels like an incomplete puzzle at the moment. All in due time I suppose — but patience never was a virtue of mine.
So, there you have it. The exhale of some stress, and the inhale of a new experience that has proven to be far better than anything I could have hoped for. We’re still concealing three big surprises with b:core, but at least the barre piece is out there and our teachers are able to fully realize their own passions, dynamic personal brands, and so much more.
This is just the beginning, and that’s what makes it so much more fun to get up every day and hop right on the grind.