Did you ever notice how the second day after a major change or trauma is often worse than the first? Yesterday was my first morning waking up in my own bed after camp, and I felt lovely. Even with a little event drop, I was happy to be home and had enough to do that I was pretty focused. I’d taken the day off of work so I started to put a dent in the laundry, and Ellison and I went out for breakfast, took a trip to the zoo, and got a massage.
This morning, I hurt. Everywhere – body, spirit, mind. I’m hopeful that this will dissipate….but I’m not banking on it. I’m supposed to have yoga tonight, and I’m so stiff and sore and sad that I’m not sure it’s a good idea.
But ahhhh, camp. What a lovely thing.