After my previous post last Tuesday all about being thankful, I found it difficult to follow my own advice when I hurt my back worse and found myself in bed for days with no end to the pain in sight. But on the brink of throwing in my yoga towel, this appeared in my Instagram
The place was nondescript and located in the back of a small shopping center. From the street, it looks like a vacant shop. Only people who seek it out find it and then, they park along the side and back, entering through the rear door so privacy can be maintained. In January of 2011, I
What I do know, is the greatest honor I can give his memory is to never forget how short life is. How fleeting our opportunities to be with people we love are. How lucky I am to have a spark of light for a husband. How lucky I am that I got to know Sam and I’m getting to know Susan better now. How lucky I am to have kids, and a mom, and a mother-in-law, and friends to drive me crazy!
There was a time when I would’ve been humiliated despite there being no one to bear witness to my tampon crisis and underwear snafu. I would’ve called myself all kinds of names synonymous with dumb. I would’ve packed it in, called it a night, kissed my $25 and girl’s night out goodbye because who wants this dumb b*tch who can’t even pull on her underwear the right way at their yoga event?