I'm often surprised at how insightful I was when I named my blog, "Who Moved my Finish Line." Every few months or years I notice how my focus changes. Right now, I'm really not focused on running. After the week in Denver I haven't put my running shoes back on. I haven't involved myself in any type of organized exercise. I haven't even taken a purposeful walk.
And I'm shocked at how ok I am with that. When walking up the stairs puts me out of breath, and one imbalanced meal sends me over an emotional and physical cliff, adding up miles just doesn't seem quite as vital.
Weird, right?
I'm just about 6.5 months pregnant. I'm starting to think about lightening up my work load (not now... but eventually). We have a busy summer planned until August, when I'm assuming I'll be spending a lot of time trying to breath and refolding tiny shirts. We've started knocking house projects off of our list of things to do- and just generally get into whatever type of summer routine works for us.
This is a pretty good place to be right now.
(Side note: I'm doing amazing professional things right now. My exhaustion level has a lot to do with how excited I am to be getting my hands on the people I've had the privilege to be working with right now... regardless of the 12-hour work days.)
2 comments:
I'm glad things are going well, work-wise and everything else!
The title of this post sounds dead-on! You sound in a great place for 6 1/2 months in and I am very excited for you!
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