I haven’t written in here for over two months! That’s crazy. I wrote all this almost a month ago, then saved it as a draft and forgot to publish it. So.
August was insane. Shortly after I wrote my last post, my work-life exploded into a million projects. I spend the rest of the month struggling to keep my head above water, and deep inside, realizing that I couldn’t do it for too much longer.

I used to laugh at the notion of the control-freak entrepreneur, but at the beginning of September, completely burned out, I realized I have become one. It’s not a particularly nice thing to realize about myself, but there it is. Something to work on, for real.

We’re starting an interesting journey at our house, Mike and I. He’s off at school right now, dipping into those parts of his brain that went long unused during his time as a civil servant (or, before that, an IT servant). I often find myself questioning what I do every day – not that I don’t enjoy parts of it – I’m good at it – but understanding that I’m really starting to need something more.

Mostly likely, “something more” involves a size 9 boot to my ass.

I went on a great “yoga retreat” a few weeks ago with a friend. We stayed overnight in Canmore, went running by the river, soaked up the sun and took in a couple of yoga classes. It sounds hokey, but I had forgotten how much I love going to those classes. The most amazing part was finding my breath, then looking up, out the window of the studio, to the Three Sisters mountains. We had nothing to do, nowhere in particular to go, we wandered around afterward, gossiped and ate in great little restaurants, and for two whole days

It’s funny how you can get back home and instantly lose your breath, be unable to find that rhythm that seems so incredibly natural at the time.

It’s funny, and it’s wrong.