Hey fellow chaos navigators, buckle up because life's been one wild, unpredictable ride lately. I'm here to spill the tea on the whirlwind between steering the ship at Virsitour and unearthing some deep truths about myself. Let me tell you, it's a rollercoaster that's equal parts exhilarating and downright exhausting.
So, picture this – I'm feeling like a superhero making decisions for Virsitour that I once considered too big. We're talking about choices that not only shake up the company but also shake me to my core. And guess what? It's tiring as heck. My brain has been doing somersaults, and I can't decide if I need a vacation or a vat of coffee.
Flashback to Thanksgiving, where I'm in Marshalls, casually minding my business, and suddenly, bam! Vertigo hits me like a ton of bricks. Fast forward a few weeks, and I'm caught in this weird tug of war between wanting to conquer the world and desperately needing a nap. What gives, right?
Now, let's talk about the holiday hustle – the race to balance work, family, and finding a moment for myself. Throw in some chronic back pain, and you've got a recipe for a full-blown circus. I've been trying everything, from chiropractic wizardry to laser therapy. Layers of discomfort, they said. Layers, indeed.
And then, there's the sleep saga. I decided to kick some meds to the curb, thinking I'd gain mental clarity. Instead, I got a VIP ticket to Brain Fog City. Two months of careful weaning, and my brain's still throwing a party without me.
In the midst of all this, I'm diving deep into self-improvement. Reading my own past blog posts, tracing this journey to be the best version of myself. The irony? It's making me more tired than a night out with toddlers.
Recently, I hit up a conference in Knoxville. Excitement levels? Off the charts. But my brain had other plans – foggy and tired, it was like driving through a thick fog, fueled only by caffeine and sheer determination.
Then, this magical moment during a meditation session at the conference. Picture me on a Caribbean dock with a bed – my version of paradise. But when asked how I felt, the only word that escaped my lips was "tired." Tired, in paradise? Go figure.
Now, add the family dynamics into the mix. My kiddos are giving me a run for my money. Maybe it's my quest for a Zen version of me that's spooking them. Who knows? The morning routine? A beastly struggle to get everyone ready, and I can't help but see my old self peeking through.
It's like my family's doing the tango with my transformations. The clash of the old and new, familiar and transformative, is real. My kids, much like my body, are giving me the side-eye, questioning this evolved version of Mom.
In this whirlwind of self-discovery, business moves, and family theatrics, one thing's clear – I'm craving harmony. It's a crazy symphony of change, resistance, and evolution playing out, and I'm just hoping the melody finds its groove soon. Here's to figuring out why I'm so darn tired and dancing my way to a brighter, well-rested future! 🌟
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