And when I say I didn’t want to hit the river, I meant it. I woke up that morning and actually groaned. That heavy, almost blistering sound while you’re stretching out the sleep. The ‘I’m tired AF, leave me alone’ groan. All I could think of was shimmying into comfy sweats and watching Masterchef all damn day. As some of you know, I’m currently Guiding as well as attempting to build a beautiful little Career Coaching practice. And again, as some of you know, this shit is hard. So, putting in the hours of casting, typing, learning…repeat…can be a little overwhelming. I was tired and lazy.
I really didn’t want to go.
So, off I went. Grumbling, mumbling, biting literally ANYONES head off. Got the coffee. Slapped the Buff on the head. Put my damn boots on and stepped my ass into a new little river. I fell 3 times as I navigated the unfamiliar banks and dog legs. I literally grabbed nettles to steady myself from an upcoming slow-motion fall. I sneezed approximately 68 times. I was so tired that I knotted my leader what felt like every second FREAKIN cast.
