I haven’t blogged for over a month while we moved our fitness studio out of the back yard converted workshop into a commercial space three times bigger. This has been one of the most difficult moves I’ve ever done -- and I’ve done a lot of them. It was basically my husband, James, and myself with one day of help from a dear friend and my son and his significant other.
I’ve always been able to do anything I set my mind to, and I’ve been accustomed to taking care of pretty much everything other than the physical stuff -- arthritis being a factor. This time I felt stretched well over my limits and there were times when I wanted to go back to bed and pull the covers over my head. Kinda’ like when I was a kid and it seemed safe and cozy and warm in there.
Well, I survived and I’m a much wiser person for it. Now I know I need to get more help, not just to move but in the business itself. This one-woman army is looking for a team to work with. I’m not Superwoman anymore!
