As the dust settles

Finally had a few days to decompress from the State Fair and try to recover. What I thought were allergies... Sinus infection. 🤧 Can we say- FUN?!

NOT. SNOT.

Half the stuff from the Fair is still in the car. That's how exhausted I was from a month long ordeal of being a "seller", fighting illness and combating endo that was trying to creep up on me. All while juggling a part time job and trying to keep everything stocked and printed and matted and ordered and stuff shipped out. It kicked my butt proper but it was necessary. I'm now back in the "zone" to create and focus on my business... Which was kinda limping around for awhile honestly.

I've got so many ideas and projects in the works it's not funny. I really can't wait for sinus fun to be evicted from my head so I can start it up. Today I return to part time job with my trusty bottle of DayQuil and get back to the grind of life.

Bad health stuff has creeped into my friends lives as well and I've found myself thinking of them and health a lot lately. It's really time to buckle down and clean up my diet and get back to my mileage. Can't take the good days for granted. Still mourning departed friends and feeling grateful my own health isn't so dire- not optimum but definitely could be worse.

Gratitude is where we are this week. Health, productivity and making the most of our time and enjoying the little moments. It's easy to miss as we run for the goals we think are so important.

To your health and well being, my readers. Find some little things to be grateful for today.

❤️

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