Day 216

Today is March 5th. Stereotypically the worst of the 365 days of my year.... every year, without fail.

Today is the day Aunt Pat died 13 years ago, and I have never been the same.

I don't need to go into my crazy emotional-ness that has made me cry numerous times today, in public and in private. All I can say is: it is amazing how one person can make such an impact on my everyday life. I will never be the same having lost her.

Moving on, there have been some good things to highlight my day.

1) My crazy out-of-whack body is getting somewhat back on track and is less of a thorn in my side.

2) I got to see lots of my family today at my cousin Joe's pre-wedding shindig.

3) I made myself more educated and more confident in my career and life goals. Josh and I just watched the documentary Pregnant in America. (Not as smooth as "The Business of Being Born", because it is more a first person type of filming, but still very factual. Both are on Netflix instant watch.) I'm so excited to attend my doula training and begin advocating and supporting women to make empowering decisions about their bodies and their babies. And I feel really sorry for women who do not educate themselves, and just believe what everyone else tells them. Just because you are not a nurse or a doctor doesn't mean you can't be educated about your options and rights. (Stepping off soapbox.) While documentaries like this sadden me, they also empower me and make me so excited for what good things I can do.

Tomorrow is Sunday. A day of relaxation and recovery. It's going to be great.

Happy Sunday everyone.

"Sometimes I have to stand on my head to see things as they are, when the world seems so upside-down that this is the only position in which anything makes sense." ~Unknown