Do you ever get that feeling of restlessness that tells you that it's time for a change? (No, Em, I'm not talking about that look on Miri's face). For me, it's sometimes a case of wanderlust...a reminder that travel is in my blood. Sometimes, it's merely a reminder that status quo just feels so static.
As you know, I have a big change coming up - Hope is moving to college in one month. One. That's crazy talk. It's a change that impacts our family, our daily life, and the frequency with which clothes go missing from my room. It's a change that will rock my world...but I am soooo excited for her.
I've been steadily working on changes in my health & fitness this year. You might remember the results that I got in April during my WITL project. I'll head back to the Dr in a couple of months to see if those pesky numbers have moved. I've made some positive changes in my health over the past year...and I'm anxious to make more. I committed to a bit of a challenge with my trainer this evening (more on that later)...if it doesn't result in change, nothing will.
I feel like there are more changes on the horizon for me...so I'm trying to listen to both the whispers and the shouts, and find the courage to take a few little leaps (baby steps are okay, right?). Just pondering.
*this post is sure to illicit an email from my Mother asking me what is really going on. All's well, Mother. I blame you for my gypsy blood.*