Day Seven
Day Seven was a LONG DAY. Again - Feb is a brutal month for me at work, and trying to do this dance thing along with everything else is proving harder than i thought it'd be.
But I STILL want to do it. Not giving up!
But today killed me. it was a second 12 hour day in a row, in a 7 day work week. after leaving work around 9, getting home around 930, i was pooped. there was no dancing for me. the heart was willing, but the body could barely drag itself into the bed. and yet, well, the fact that the spark was in me...and that i was really disappointed that i couldn't dance (not in myself in a failure sort of way, but in the fact that i'd been so looking forward to it) was...delightful.
i'll put on my dancing shoes tomorrow, and take another small victory today.
But I STILL want to do it. Not giving up!
But today killed me. it was a second 12 hour day in a row, in a 7 day work week. after leaving work around 9, getting home around 930, i was pooped. there was no dancing for me. the heart was willing, but the body could barely drag itself into the bed. and yet, well, the fact that the spark was in me...and that i was really disappointed that i couldn't dance (not in myself in a failure sort of way, but in the fact that i'd been so looking forward to it) was...delightful.
i'll put on my dancing shoes tomorrow, and take another small victory today.