Yeah, I struggled this week
Sometimes clarity comes from unexpected places

Week 7 in real time — the recap I was afraid to give, but wound up being the most attended

Monday, as always, was full. Over the weekend, my mother-in-law's kitty got sick and we wound up spending Saturday at the vet and then caring for the poor little guy. Thankfully, he rebounded quickly…but it did trigger some past shadows and my sleeping suffered.

I woke at my usual 6:30am on Monday morning, walked to the gym, did an intense upper body weight workout, and walked back. I dug into life stuff — submitting the kitty bill to insurance, ordering cat food — and then went right into my Monday livestream recap for the week prior. Afterwards, I rehearsed and then made dinner for hubby and his sister, who had been tag-teaming visiting my mother-in-law in rehab.

Canceled coaching call was replaced by a two hour Zoom

I woke at 6am only to find out my weekly coaching call was canceled…I pivoted and launched my morning routine which became a gesture of self-care, did some video editing, and answered emails.

Out of the blue, I got a text from an old friend/colleague asking if I might be available to answer some questions about "meta links…" I wasn't clear what they meant, and it turned out they meant "metadata" — the information embedded into mp3s so when a song goes out, the recipient receives our contact information as well as legal ownership, lyrics, and more. We wound up chatting for almost two hours, which definitely fulfilled the "more connection" proclamation I had recently made. The rest of the day was pretty unremarkable, other than kitty feeling much better and helping me with admin stuff!

Not feeling very inspired about inspiring others…until it hit me

Another crap night of sleep, so I slept in, which didn't help. It was Friday, which meant I needed to shoot a Friday Vibes video…and I really wasn't feeling very inspired. I decided to fold laundry, and when I was done, there was a sense of calm. That's when it hit me — sometimes these little tasks can be the metaphor for what our soul needs. I needed order and clarity. The fridge was the catalyst, and so that's what I went with.