This morning I realized I had to write you all and just let you know and maybe ask for help. That’s the first step. The next thing is I’m wondering if any of you would like to come over for coffee next week and we could all talk about this particular time in our lives and try to support each other. In my more lucid moments I realize that I’m not the only one struggling with something. I also know my friends are so important to me and also that I want to try to network and get some help from the outside. Yesterday I started to do some research (which I’m very good at by the way) and found there are tons of resources out there—women supporting women in so many ways. Would anyone of you very smart and wonderful women like to help me think through this some more and see where it might lead?
Again, back to my short run this morning … I’m so inconsistent in my running. I think I feel a metaphor coming on. I might run for a couple of weeks, and then stop just when I’m getting in the groove. You know, something will come up and I’ll skip the run. So this morning I started up again, for the hundredth million time. It hurt and my lungs ached. Izzy was dragging on behind me, definitely not in the mood. Usually on the first couple of days back, I just can’t get myself to run all the way to the yellow fence. It’s just too hard and really, rather boring but today I did. I just said I could do it and I did.
So about that cup of coffee, who can join me?
