The past couple of weeks have been a sort of tornado. Preparation for family visiting, which was wonderful, but at the same time, exhausting. There was a point during the visit when I couldn't get out of bed. I remained there, emotionally and physically and psychically drained, and I'm slowly starting to pull out of it. The go!go!go! pace of NYC can be hard on so many levels, especially for the highly sensitive and introverted.
I'm excited to announce that my husband and I know where we're going to settle come next May. We're looking for a house to lease right now-- which makes me so happy that even exhaustion can't stop my giddy smiles. I'm crossing my fingers for a log cabin on a creek.
I've started a business course that I've been wanting to do for at least two years now. It's catered especially for creative women, which is the basis of my attraction to it in the first place. I'm not disappointed thus far.
I think that's all I can type for now. Even just here, my body is saying, slow down! I'm going to listen.