Overcome with disappointments both domestic and professional, I spent a good part of yesterday alternating between moping and sleeping. I made it to yoga, but found it nearly impossible to get my yojo going. My wellspring of balance, endurance, strength, and flexibility — in the emotional sense as well as the physical sense — was just about tapped out.
I flirted with the notion of skipping lunch, then dinner. Perhaps I could just shrivel into a wisp of myself and blow away, and no longer face this never-changing state of suspension I have mired myself in this year.
But then I looked at my husband, who is such a good man, and decided that I owed him more than that.
So I began the climb out of my torporific state. I bought a novel to provide some light diversion. I tidied the house. I made an executive decision about dinner and set out to buy the necessary ingredients. Then I cooked them.
Then, while Bill cleaned up the kitchen, I started this blog. I’ve been tossing the idea around in my head for months, musing over the Baltimore/B-more/Be More wordplay. My original intention was to first flesh out a detailed Blog Plan, defining exactly what my blog would cover and how. And I didn’t plan to open the blog until we were actually in Baltimore — or had a firm close date on a house at the very least.
But last night I thought the blog might serve as a useful railing to keep me from falling back into my self-styled ditch. So I just started it, brand be damned. And this morning I opened an associated Twitter account (follow me!: BmoreSara). While I have vague notions of providing book reviews, product reviews, and information about life and business in Baltimore, I don’t quite know how it will all take shape. I guess we’ll just have to let it unfold over time.
P.S. Yoga today was awesome! Looks like I got my yojo back!