So many thoughts, so little time to write.
I like to be in control. I'm a charge taker. Now this is no secret to anyone who knows me and it's not as if I didn't already know this about myself, but what I've realized lately is that I actually miss having a "real" job. Sure, I love my business and I love what I do for my endurance program and cycle gig... but that's different. I get a certain thrill out of the day to day problem solving, number crunching, people managing stuff involved in running a successful business. It would probably be different if I had to work or if I had to have set hours, but I don't and so, for now, I'm entertaining the possibility.
I have sunk to new lows. I actually watched the tail end of The Bachelor the other night while I was doing my nightly routine of writhing around in excruciating pain. For the record? I'm all for a sensitive man... but seriously? What a freakin' crybaby.
Speaking of babies, my oldest "baby" came home from dance on Cloud 9 last night. She has been "approved" for pointe. She is bursting with excitement. Regardless of how I feel healthwise, today we will be very ceremoniously purchasing her first pair of pointe shoes. This is a huge deal in the life of a dancer. We got a long letter from two of her ballet teachers. My favorite part? "She will have her first day of pointe class on Tuesday, March 17th. Please plan to join us for this special event where she will learn to put the shoes on, tie the ribbons, go up on pointe and learn how to smile while she is in pain. Bring your camera and your encouragement, it is a day to remember."
I guess it runs in the family.