I'm taking a day off. First one I've had since May something. Brian is out of town for the week and I'm hanging out with a friend today and having a "girl's night in" tonight. I need it. The weekend was challenging.
Friday night we had a 2 1/2 hour meeting about Rezonate. Ugh! It was LONG and GRUELING and I came away completely spent. I had been really pumped up about it but that meeting just took it all out of me. My stress level went through the roof. I've not been that stressed since last Feb. when I relapsed. The guilt was back too. I felt so bad about keeping people at a meeting for that long. Some of those folks have very busy lives and I feel bad for asking them for more of their time. I think the meeting took so long because we had not met for 2 months because of those busy schedules. I suppose you've got to make up that time somehow, but I still feel bad.
Saturday a friend and I went to Dog Fest at VOA Park just to see what a festival there is like. While it was good to see how parking works and see a festival in operation and walk the property I have to say that driving up to the event was one of the scariest sights I've seen in a while. It was HUGE and OVERWHELMING and I told my friend I was going to go home and get into a fetal position and cry and say, "I CAN'T DO THIS". I may do that yet. Just thinking about it makes me nauseous.
So today I'm going to return some emails to bands/radio stations/etc. and then I'm off for the day for some stress relief.
Just taking time to type this post makes me feel guilty too. I have at least two friends who are having a MUCH worse time than I am. One is in the middle of a MAJOR health crisis and another's marriage is falling apart and the pain is so raw you can't help but feel it when you're there.
I've really got nothing to complain about... but I guess that never stopped me before.