What a week – something to do *every* night = exhausted me. I was supposed to go to see “The Help” with my pal Kim but just couldn’t do it. I was in bed and asleep last night at 9pm.

Between on-boarding a couple new peeps at work, all kinds of fun with the newbie whose failings came to the forefront this week, woo readings and Pilates, I just ran outta gas. The bright spot was a lovely (larger than I had even imagined) bonu$ that the broker I’m helping is giving me. Totally unexpected and so appreciated.

I slept well, though, and feel more like myself today. Perhaps I will get some stuff accomplished, eh?

Here’s my happy for the week: I have a pair of roller skates I bought six years ago but have been afraid to try. I keep seeing people skate down the walking path near our house and it just embodies the word “freedom” for me. Since that’s my word for the month, I figured I’d get out my skates and see what happens. But where are they?

Turns out Duty gave them away to the hospice store *the week before* I asked for them, figuring (rightly so after not being touched for six years) that I didn’t want them.

What did he do? Slipped out to the store and bought them back for me! How sweet is that? I just came inside from trying them out – put on one and scared myself to death. They roll so fast! Holy Cow. Took it off and decided I’d put them on and walk in the grass just to get used to being on them and THEN I’ll try the driveway. (I am a baby.)

Considering how scary it is to me, the reward for getting to do it will be big as we all know “change does not happen in your comfort zone”, right?

Skate on, babies!