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!
1 comment:
Hi Taru,
Taking care of YOU! Good idea I say. Anyway, looking forward hearing from you when you feel like writing more. I've decided I don't have to post more than I feel like. Blogging is supposed to be fun (my goal at least) - not another obligation.
But saying that: I've tagged you for a meme. I was sketchy on the details, but you can figure it out when you visit. It's the Feb. 23 post.
Hugs,
Sharry
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