Taking a Knee: Hope

Week three was suuuuuper emotional. A proverbial roller coaster. Peaks and valleys.

It started with a valley. A deep, deep valley.

The Saddest Monday Night

I’ve been pretty successful distracting myself with doctor appointments, work projects, writing and working on our new business venture, but Monday night was a new low for me.

Jaime left for Jam, Mark wasn’t home yet and I was so, so sad.

No Jam. No fix everything Jam. No Monday night, crazy fun, see all my friends, dance my ass off Jam.

And I was just so sad.

I wouldn’t be able to Jam again for 16 months. First of all, that’s an eternity. Secondly, I’m not 23. I’m 36 and the thought of not teaching again until I was 38…it just seemed…crazy. By the time I got back, everything would have passed me by.

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