Day 39 - So Much To Say

Gosh...I sure ditched you for the weekend didn't I? Well you'll smile to know that today, full of guilt, I combed through and filled in the previously sparse weekend words/photos in the last few blogs below. Scroll down and scroll up for air.

I have so much to say here. How is it the words keep bubbling to the surface? Today is for conclusions though, and summations, which signifies the ends of things. The weekend, the lightness, the failures...

I failed in nearly every goal this week. I played a symphony of failure. The band, proud of itself, bowed and curtsied, and twirled off stage. I didn't possess the energy to tackle them to the ground. I watched them saunter past, whooping and hollering. I shoved my face in my hands.

I'm home now and it's Sunday and I had a helluva time. I ate fries with my niece. I didn't exercise in leiu of seeing precious little newborn Jack on Saturday. And I didn't write a page a day, because to be honest, my book really really blows and I'm giving myself one week to rethink it. One redo.

I know I know, but I can't care.

So here we are. Goals all blown up and scattered on the floor. Heart filled up with light and joy.

I have to admit, today I thought "oh it's too hard!"

And when I mouthed it out loud, Dave saved me.

He lovingly dragged me from my nachos to show me this this crazy workout video he ordered called "Insanity," which we then proceeded to run to, jump to, sweat to, laugh to--together.

We also finished our thank you cards today. The words pumped up my heart.

We cut up watermelon and pineapple and talked about next week's groceries.

I feel good. I feel renewed. I think I can do this.

(Dave's quote to lift my spirits: "Listen...No NBA team goes 82 and 0.")