I’ve been down hard with Covid, and honestly, it’s knocked me off my feet. I’ve been deathly sick and while I’m sort of on the mend, it doesn’t really feel like it yet. My fuse is short, my tolerance is at zero, and I’m finding myself reacting in ways I’m not proud of.
My girls have had no one but each other to rely on while I’ve been this sick. They’re downstairs tearing the house apart and while I can’t really blame them, I find myself losing it on them anyway… and then I spiral into feeling horrible about it.
It’s been hell, truly.
I miss this community. I miss the work. I miss the breathwork, the presence, the connection, the regulation that comes from being here and practicing together.
I’m holding onto hope that I’ll feel stronger soon and be back in the space, breathing and healing alongside you all.
Sending love from my Covid cave.
❤️