In True

I have added a yoga class to my regime, in the quest to come back in true ( a great word left over from my cycling days which means "to make true, shape, adjust accurately; to make level).  When you are 20, you still blame your parents for being out of true.  In your 30's, it is your crazy spouse, job, commute, etc.  Now, I'm finding that it is on me.  My happiness, my balance, my peace are in my hands.  If I choose to go back to work full-time and continue to try and do it all, the wheels will come off and I will be, spectacularly out of true.

Here is the week in review:

Monday:  Working off of 3 calenders and 4 lists.  Spend 1/2 hour at work figuring out a system for which list/calender to put which items on.  Can't remember teacher/student/parent/nurse or crossing guard names.  Eat lunch alone.
Tuesday:  Work, kid's soccer, SuperStore of one kind or another, laundry, happen to notice it is fall.  Put rusty Halloween pail on porch.  Trip on pail and may need tetanus shot.  Yoga:)
Wednesday:  Colleague at conference, no lunch, lock-down, no peace.  Husband takes kids to Lion King, I cry with joy.
Thursday:  What, work again?
Friday:  Work, kid's dance, and somehow everyone needs to eat.  Living on Luna bars, green tea, flatbread sandwiches from Dunkin Donuts and grapes...just to keep it healthy.
Saturday:  Yoga, seeing my friends,kid's soccer and now...writing a few notes to myself.

I'm not sure what to let go of...so far it seems to be healthy eating and cleaning my house:).  It is possible I will have to cut down to one book club and less crisis response volunteering.  I know I can trim the metaphysical fat.....by adding yoga?  Maybe, maybe.