Days 12, 13, 14 and 15: I suck at blogging.

Y'ALL! I have fallen down on the blogging job this weekend!

It'll be difficult to really recap the last 4 days on account of the fact that they have been very eventful and also because I am twelve and a half seconds from passing out, approximately. But, I will do my best.

I had a lovely Thanksgiving at home in Nashthrill with my family. We at lunch at my Daddy's and "watched" football (by which I mean I slept on the big chair while everyone else watched football) and then we ate dinner at my mom's. Then I passed out with my clothes on at about 8:30pm. (I am truly pathetic.) But, I am always so happy to be home. I love my family so much and my heart lives there. I didn't manage any yoga on Thanksgiving or the day after, but what I did get to do is sing! Dressed as Dickensian characters, Andrew, Lisa and I wandered the North Shore singing Christmas carols much to the delight (read: confusion and mild fear) of passers-by. It was fun, albeit cold. Then, we sang at the Theatre Centre party for the Grand Illumination. It was really a fun night, capped off at Andrew and Mitchell's, laughing and laughing and laughing some more. I've said it once and I'll say it about a gazillion more times: I am so fortunate to know and love the people I know and love.

Saturday was a yoga extravaganza, though! I woke up feeling basically like crap on a cracker, with a snotty nose and a fat turkey-belly (read: marshmallow-belly). I almost let myself sleep in, but I got up and took Perry's class, and really got to wring out some of the garbage in my system AND excitement of excitements, I managed to convince myself to try to hop my feet into handstand at the wall and totally did it! I am now obsessed with doing that! It's so much fun and it makes me feel so strong and balanced! Following that, I ran down to see BJ at the Tremont, which was so nice, because I very rarely get to see him anymore and I am always thankful for time spent with friends I don't often get to see. And it also reminds me that sometimes people fall to the wayside and it's more than worth fighting to keep them present in your life. I need to remember to make time for old friends who aren't as accessible as others. I love BJ and was so happy to get to spend that short time just sitting and chatting with him.

Following that, I went to the Partner Yoga workshop at NSY with Matt FJ. It was so much fun! I love the ability to use another person as resistance or strength to help you deepen postures, connect with that person and even to fly! We really did have fun and Kendall and Brantley are wonderful teachers. I'm so glad I gave myself the gift of that experience and I'm so grateful to Matt for being my partner when I would otherwise not have had one. It meant the world to me and he was a great partner!

The day ended with dinner at Meeting Place (pumpkin martini? yes, please!) with Matt, Kelsey and Jody and Jason, which was super fun and enlightening. I love learning about people and deepening my relationships with new friends. It's really fun!! And then Matt, Jason and I headed to Market St. to see Moon Slew play. It was also Allison Foster's birthday so we got to celebrate with her, which was fun! It was such a wonderful, uplifting day.

Sunday, I woke up feeling crummy again and once again, had to force myself out of bed to head to Lisa's class. It was sort of tough to melt into any posture as my nose was running like a faucet, so the yoga was to try and sit with that without worrying that people would be grossed out by my pack of tissues or the sound of me sniffing and to let go. I heard someone say once that if you feel bad, you're going to feel bad whether you are laying on the couch or getting some exercise so you might as well exercise. And I did. I sweated and I blew my nose 40 thousand times and I got through and you know what? At the end of class, I felt better. I went to Sunday Funday with the whole gaggle of Misfits and had a blast laughing and singing in the cold with my Chatta-family. I love them.

Today was a long day. It started with work at the studio, where I was faced with information that made me really think about my priorities in life and how I treat the people in mine. It became apparent to me how fortunate I am to live the life I live and to have so many people in my life that care about me and are there for me if and when I need them. I am so lucky. And I am so lucky to have had very little tragedy in my life. But, tragic things happen to people every day and we have to deal with that. It's a reminder that our time on this Earth and with these people we come into contact with is precious and fleeting. We have to take care of and dedicate time to our relationships with the ones we love because we could lose all of that in a moment. It was a somber thought to start the morning, but it made me feel more responsible to my relationships and actions. I took Lisa's class this evening and at the end, I sent up a prayer. I prayed for good health and peace and joy for all the ones I know and love and those I love and am yet to meet and for those I love who don't love me and those I love who don't know how to love. We all deserve that love and why wouldn't I extend a gesture of love to every heart in my field of energy? That's my yoga for today: learn to love everyone, so that you never waste a moment of your life on negativity and cruelty, because I guarantee that one day, you will regret every little slight, every unkind word, every argument. So, limit them. Make your life about joy and love and let them sit with you without expectation of reciprocation. It may not come back to you the way you want it to, but it always comes back.

Alright, kitties, I am too sleepy to continue, but I hope you all have a lovely Tuesday!

xoxo and I love you,

Hayley

Days 10 and 11: I am THANKFUL!

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

I am writing you today from the living room of my Daddy's house. So far, I have eaten about 12 Sister Shubert's cinnamon rolls/pigs-in-a-blanket, smoked turkey, broccoli casserole, mashed potatoes, stuffing, congealed cherry fruit salad, and marshmallow fruit salad (that I love, but my Daddy thinks is disgusting. He's clearly wrong.) and I still have dinner at my mother's house to look forward to. If I don't throw up today, it will literally be a miracle. It's been a lovely day already, what with the eating, watching Good Morning America (highlight: when Juju said "Now, the cookie is turked..." Gah-leeee. So funny.), Dexter and Parenthood with my mom and Noah while Daisy had a global kitten-spaz and spending time with my Daddy, G, Aunt Kathy and Pop.

I just love Thanksgiving.

This is due to all of the things listed above but also because I can't think of a better idea than an entire day dedicated to family and reflecting on all of the things in our lives that we can be grateful for, as there are certainly a lot. So, today, I am going to bore you with all of the things I am thankful for, hopefully distracting me from eating another giant mound of marshmallow stuff.

I am thankful:

1. For my family. They are the people who know me better than anyone in the world, and love me anyway. I've said before that you don't get to choose your family, but if I could, I'd still choose them. They are the funniest, kindest, most encouraging, supportive, loving, wonderful people in the world and I would not trade them for anyone. Not even Johnny Depp. And that's a bold statement.

2. For April. The Thelma to my Louise (or the other way around. I didn't really think that metaphor over in depth...). She has been my friend for 5 years now, but it feels like 5 lifetimes. I am so lucky to know her and I miss her constantly. (Dear Chicago, thanks for stealing away my best friend. You suck. Love, Hayley)

3. For Gail. I love her better than cheesecake, and you know how much I love cheesecake! Gail is my Chattanooga mom, my go-to hang-out person, the Queen of Sunday Funday, my confidant, my support, my favorite photographer, my friend. If you don't have a Gail Lindsey in your life, I feel sorry for you. I wouldn't be the same without her.

4. For The Island of Misfit Musicians. My Chattanooga family. These are the people I love more than my luggage. They are the people I spend the majority of my free time with. They are the people I love and who I can depend on to love me. I can always count on them to be there for me and I hope they all know that the reverse is also true. They are what keep me in Chattanooga. They are the people I "come home" to. I love you guys.

5. For Butch Ross. My lunch/dinner/breakfast companion. My cheerleader. The person I can depend on no matter what. The Sonny to my Cher. Ellie's dad. You deserve more gratitude than I can begin to express. You mean the world to me. Thank goodness for your presence in my life.

6. For Sara, Kathryn, and my North Shore Yoga family. For giving me such a happy place to work. For putting a smile on my face every day. For making me feel loved and healthy and strong. For supporting me and allowing me to be who I am and helping me to learn to love that person. For being my sanctuary, my joy, my peace. Thank you for changing me and giving me a clearer picture of what I want out of life.

7. For Katie, Pamela, Robyn and Stori. The greatest friends a girl could have. My high-school best friends. The prettiest, silliest, sassiest, most brilliant, kind, compassionate, creative and loving women I know. I miss them constantly.

8. For Rachel and Allison. My sisters. I miss you ladies so much and am so proud of you and can't believe we've been friends for almost 18 years. It's amazing and I love you both so much.

9. For my Chattanooga Theatre Centre family. My first home in Chattanooga. The place that I go when I'm feeling dramatic. The place I get to be someone else. The place I get to be creative. The place that lets me dance and sing and act. The place that makes me laugh. The place where I laugh and laugh and laugh and then, I laugh some more. The place where I get to see some of my favorite people in Chattanooga being brilliant onstage and off. I love you all.

10. For Olive and Daisy. The best kitties in the whole entire world!

11. For all the amazing people in my life mentioned here and those that I am forgetting. I love you. You all make me who I am. You give me a reason to wake up in the morning. You make my heart swell with joy and gratitude. I am better for knowing you. Thank you for being you.

I love you all. Happy Thanksgiving!

xoxo,

Hayley

P.S. I am also thankful for: love. yoga. sunshine. smiling. Hello Kitty. live music. photographs. laughter. memoirs. tv on dvd. nicknames. dance parties. ice cream. silliness. snail mail. old friends. new friends. facebook. children. NYC. the beach. airplanes. diet coke. scarves. fresh flowers. kindness. charity. honesty. opportunity. open-mindedness. change. growth. beauty. joy. peace. gratitude.

Days 8 and 9: Why isn't the sun awake yet?!

Welcome to Wednesday!

The reason I am only now writing about Monday and Tuesday is that by the time I got home on Monday and Tuesday, it was all I could do to manage getting my pajamas on before I fell into my bed and passed out. If you've never seen really intense pillow-face, come to my house next Tuesday morning. You will not believe it!

I started my new internship at Williams Web on Monday, which I LOVE, but which also leaves me with very limited time. So, I had no choice but to take 6am yoga. (Seriously, no choice. I would never choose to take 6am, unless I had to. It's early.) Let me tell you, waking up at 5am is no picnic. In fact, I didn't even realize there was a 5 in the morning until now!! Waking up before the sun makes me a little off-kilter. But, fortunately, I got up at 5 two mornings in a row and went to class and I am so grateful to have given myself that gift. I am dedicated to my practice and well-being and I am proud of that. I am also so grateful to Kelsey and Sara for teaching beautiful sequences and for waking me up and energizing me for the day.

Here's what I'm learning from 6am yoga:

Your body is not always ready for everything you want to throw at it. But, you have to learn to adapt to it. When I practice early in the morning, my back and hamstring are tighter, my arms feel a little less powerful, my balance feels incredibly different, and yet, the practice of opening my body in that way, preparing for the day ahead is very freeing. It allows me room to grow that I don't necessarily get from an evening class. It's a very humbling practice. I can't tell you how many times I fell out of even the simplest postures yesterday morning. But, I steadied myself and started again and I think I'm all the better for it.

This morning, I had intended to also go to 6am, but my body told me no by way of not waking up until 6:30. Oops. (Sorry Kelsey and Katherine! I lied!) But, sometimes, our bodies need rest and I do teach two classes on Wednesdays so, though it's not an excuse, I will still be tired later At least there's that!

Plus, once again I had rehearsal for the Grand Illumination party until 9 o'clock last night and stupidly headed to the Tremont thinking I would only be there for a few minutes to say hi and get hugs from my favorite people and then go home. Duh, Hayleyface. I ended up being there for about an hour and a half and came home and totally collapsed in a heap of exhaustion (after I updated my Facebook status, of course. Priorities, people!) I also ran into the undesirable former friend who makes me sad, so I was itching to get home and put it out of my head, but it's hard to let people go. Especially when they are people that you love. I'm trying super hard, but it's unavoidable that I will run into him and at this point, it hurts every time, but little by little I am hoping it will dissipate. I'm trying to be strong and keep my frustration and sadness over the situation in check, but it's not easy. Not easy at all. I am strong. I will get past it. I am strong.

So, I "slept in" this morning (It's almost sad to think that "sleeping in" means 6:30am...) and I don't feel bad about it. My body feels more ready to face an active day and I am looking forward to expressing my gratitude to each and every person I come across today. I love you all and I wish you a happy Wednesday and a BEAUTIFUL Thanksgiving!!!!

xoxo,

Hayley

But, I digress.

Day 7: Sunday Funday!

... Or, in the case of today: the day that Hayley gained 45 pounds in 24 hours.

Today was not so successful. I went to bed last night with the intention of getting up to go to yoga this morning. (Though, in the interest of full disclosure, I should clarify that "went to bed" actually means "fell asleep on the couch watching a Lifetime movie and woke up at 3 only to drag myself to my bed and fall asleep in my makeup. Without brushing my teeth. With the lights on." I looked like Elvira when I woke up this morning. Sheesh.) But when I finally woke up at 9, I just had no motivation. So, I literally sat down with a big bowl of leftover beans and rice and preceded to spend the next 5 or so hours watching the current season of Dexter.

I sat around and ate beans and rice and pumpkin cake all day long and then I drove back to Chattanooga, snacking on candy, only to go to Sunday Funday with the Island of Misfit Musicians and eat chips and chili. I don't know why I always feel like it's o for me to eat that way when I've been home? Maybe my house makes me hungry? I don't know, but I do know that today was a giant failure in the "willpower" department. But, I am not going to beat myself up over it, because failure is a part of learning and I could keep putting myself down for it, or I could let it go and allow tomorrow to be a new day. And that is what I'm going to do. I'm gonna get up and go to 6am yoga, work at the studio from 8-2, work at my NEW internship (I GOT HIRED!)..... (Ok, people, this is the part where we celebrate! Get on it!) and then I have to get to the CTC at 7:30 to practice for the Grand Illumination party. It's going to be a long day, but I think it will be happy!

Wish me luck and if you see me eating something that you can't find in nature, slap me.

I love you all. Thank you for taking the time to read.

7 days, 33 to go!!

xoxo

Days 5&6: Competition killed the cat... or... something...

Hello darling people,

It's been a crazy but fun couple of days, which is why I haven't gotten around to posting until now. And, even now, I am multi-tasking by blogging and watching Parenthood (which, by the way, makes my life happy. Watch it. Seriously. I mean it.)

Yesterday was day 5 and I was again unable to practice, but this time due to an overbooked schedule. It shouldn't be an excuse but I literally was running around all day long, from working childcare in the midst of a glass-shattering incident, to getting my ears lowered, to getting HIRED (!!!!) at Williams Web, to making sparkly sunglasses, to having dinner with fabulous friends, to going to see Elton John (!!!!) with the amazing Amber, Stephen and Lisa. It was a crazy day and, though I am somewhat bummed to have not gotten to practice, I wouldn't have traded a great day like yesterday for anything. So, maybe that was the yoga for yesterday: being content to... be content. Sometimes, maybe taking care of yourself and being kind to your body and soul means allowing yourself the freedom from guilt that sometimes accompanies not quite accomplishing the goals you've set out for yourself. So yesterday, I gave in and gave up being frustrated with myself for missing my practice two days in a row. I let myself know that tomorrow could be a new day and I could start again. And it came, and it was, and it was wonderful.

I woke up early this morning and drove into Nashville, hoping to take the 10:00 class from Gillian at Steadfast and True Yoga. So, I got to the studio at 9:30 and realized there was no 10:00 class. I was super bummed and could not bear the thought of not taking class and I couldn't wait until 11:15 so I hopped in the car and drove to Sanctuary to take a Vinyasa Level 2/3 with Daphne. To be honest, I wasn't thrilled to be there because I had my heart set on taking Gillian's class and for whatever reason I just felt intimidated by the studio. So, as I walked into the studio, I wasn't feeling super confident or energetic. But, then, as I sat there, other students started trickling in and I found myself getting irritated by the students who clearly were regulars to that class who were flying into handstand again and again and doing other things that felt very show-offy to me. And as I started to feel myself getting irritated over this silly thing, I thought to myself, "I'll show them." How terrible is that?! And yet, I know that to be true of me a lot of the time. I am competitive. Sometimes to a fault. What were those people hurting by playing on their mats before class started? I do it, too. But, I am so competitive, that the faults I see in myself make me totally crazy when I see them in others. And watching people in their competitive zone makes me dive right into mine.

So what was the lesson? Well, I was still in sort of a funny, doubting mood when class started, but then Daphne led us through a beautiful, flowing practice that I just loved. Time moved so quickly and suddenly it was over and I felt so grounded and peaceful. And that is why I went to class in the first place, right? I go for the sense of joy yoga brings to my life. So, why would I care what other people can do on their mats. I can't gain or lose anything by what other people can or can't do. It literally does not affect me. So that's what I am trying to learn. How to wear blinders on my mat. It's hard, but I can do it.

Finally, tonight I went with my Daddy to see the Blue Men and it was INCREDIBLE! If y'all ever get the chance to see them, you HAVE to go! I'm obsessed. What a fabulous way to end the day!

Hope you all have a beautiful Sunday!

6 days down, 34 to go!!

I love you!

News that will SHOCK you!

On today's episode of "News that will SHOCK you": I have a pathological need to be liked.

I know... you are floored. It's really beyond belief, as I am clearly unaffected by peoples' feelings about/toward me. *sarcasmsarcasmsarcasm*

(Today, I chose to actually listen to my body and take a rest day from practicing. Not to mention the fact that I got home at 3:45 and accidentally took a 3 hour nap. Oh well.)

So, because I did not get to take class today, the yoga for me was confronting the experience of being in the presence of someone that does not like me. ! I mean, I am sure you are thinking, "But, Hayley, you are just rainbows and sunshine all the time, so how in the world could someone not like you?!", right?! *sarcasmsarcasmsarcasm*

Well, children, sometimes, no matter how hard you try, certain people don't like you, and that's ok. My yoga for today was to be in the presence of someone who I know dislikes me and to be able to be content with that and allow myself the freedom to be unaffected by it. I reminded myself that the only thing I can control is my own behavior and emotional response to a given situation and despite any effort I may make, I cannot control those factors in another person. I can only treat that person the way I would anyone else, with love and respect, and let go of any attachment. After that, if they like me, they like me. If they don't, I'm no worse off than I was before. I am no less because of one person's negative feelings toward me. If anything, they have less because they are short a good friend. I am still the same happy, loving and loved person, regardless of anyone who doesn't want to contribute to that happiness and love.

And, you know what? They may not get to be a part of my love and happiness, but I will send them love and joy every day anyway. I will open my arms and embrace them when and if they decide that they will accept me into their hearts. Because I am loved. Because I love in spite of hate. Because I know how it feels to be without a friend. Because I know what it means to let negativity overcome positivity. Because when we love, we win.

And, mainly, because everyone deserves to be loved. Even the ones who can't reciprocate it.

I love you all.

Namaste.

P.S. If y'all have never seen Grayson Capps, you do not know what you are missing! That man is a B.A.M.F.!! Also, Channing Wilson rocks my face off. Ok. Done. Bed, now.

They don't call it IcyHot for nothing....

Today has been... interesting. I am currently sitting with an incredible stinging sensation from the pound of IcyHot I just put on my arms. I mean, I know it's called IcyHot, but seriously, they are not kidding folks!! The reason for the lovely menthol scented death creme is that I managed to totally wreck my arms in Trapeze on Monday and I'm having trouble extending them from the elbow or using my shoulders in any way. I actually had to leave work because I was totally useless in the "doing stuff" department so I just decided it was best to cut my losses.

... and therein lies the yoga for today.

It's day 3 of my 40 days and the lesson and meditation for the day has definitely been to listen to my body. Sometimes, what our bodies really need is rest. And this was my meditation this morning as I prepared to go to 6am yoga. My arms were throbbing and I could hardly get my clothes on and yet, I was determined that I would go to 6am. But, with just enough time to get there, I sat on the edge of my bed, closed my eyes and asked myself what I really needed. The answer was: a little more rest. So, I sat and read my book and readied myself to greet the day. I knew that I needed rest and it took everything I had to allow myself that time, especially considering my dedication to my practice of late.

So, I allowed myself rest... for a bit.

It turns out that I may be too hard-headed and competitive for yoga. I taught my 4 o'clock class to Laura and Josh, which was a really beautiful practice to watch, as they are both pretty regular power-goers and it was beautiful to watch them slow down and really sink into the postures of the Slow Flow. Afterwards, I was still feeling a lot of pain but I was craving the heat and movement of a Power Yoga class, and against the advice of Amy and that little voice in my head, (and because my competitive streak took over when Jody told me I needed to "man up." And you know I love a challenge) I took Lisa's class.

Today, I am thankful for legs.

I am thankful for legs because being limited in the use of my arms, I was forced to really work my legs and belly tonight, avoiding the use of my arms. It might have been the most frustrating practice I've ever had. Don't get me wrong, the flow was beautiful and in any other circumstance it would have been the perfect class for me: lots of arm balances and binds. But, tonight, I took child instead of down dog. I kept my arms down in Warriors and lunges. I kept my hands at heart center for every standing posture. I did not take bows or dancers or eagle arms. I sat in squats, rotated in twists and sinking into child, seething and frowning at my inability to lift my arms with my heart or roll my shoulders down and back or extend them out in front of me.

And yet, I felt my eyes well up in tears during Savasana, not because of mere frustration but also out of gratitude. I am grateful to know that this was a setback in my practice today. It will not last forever. In a few days, I will have my arms back and because of this day and this feeling of frustration, I will feel immense gratitude as I lift my hands high to the sky and salute the sun. I will relish in each downward-facing dog and shine my heart open as I twist, binding the arms behind my back. I will thank my body for allowing me this ability again and I will smile at my good fortune: I am fortunate to have these arms that do so much for me and that I often take for granted. I am thankful. I am thankful. I am thankful.

Time to rest, now.

3 days down, 37 to go!

I love you all.

40 Days to a happier, healthier Hayley :)

Hello, beautiful folks!

If you've never been to my blog before, I typically use this as a vehicle to express my gratitude for various things. I still intend to do that but for the next 40 days (well, 39 technically), I will be writing about my personal 40 days program.

A little back story: 40 Days to Personal Revolution is a book by Baron Baptiste that we at North Shore Yoga use in our 40 day program that we've done a few times since we've been in existence. I did the first one and it really did wonders for me on a number of levels. It helped me gain confidence and strength as well as helped me lose some weight and gain energy. In our program at the studio we ask that students meditate twice a day, practice in the studio 4-5 days a week and at home 1-2 days a week, taking one day to rest. We also ask that students complete the excavation questions in Baron's book and follow the dietary suggestions. They are expected to keep a log of all of this to track their progress.

I decided to do a personal 40 days yesterday for a number of reasons. Although I am probably happier and more confident now than I have ever been in my life, I still have room for improvement and lately I've felt a little lost and anxious, which makes me yearn for something to quiet that chaos in my mind. It also happens that yesterday was exactly 40 days before Christmas Eve, which to me is a powerful symbol. In our 40 day program and, thus, my personal 40 days the goal is to change your life in some way, small or large; some sort of re-birth. Christmas, of course, honors and celebrates the birth of Jesus, the Christian savior, who came to Earth to save humanity, allowing us the opportunity to be washed clean and reborn. It's powerful symbolically, and for me, as a person who does not consider herself very religious, gives me a spiritual connection to the holiday beyond what I usually gain from it.

So, over the course of the next 40 Days, I hope to find myself changed. Maybe it will be so minute that I will be the only person who sees it, but it's a way to nurture myself anyway, so that's ok. I've decided, however, to share this 40 days with those of you who choose to read about it because: a. It holds me accountable. and b. It gives me an outlet to encourage other people and express my gratitude for the people and experiences in my life that aid in the nurturing of my spirit through this "journey" (Mom, that was for you. winkwink).

Anyway, I guess , in the interest of keeping myself accountable, I will tell you that yesterday I did not do the two five minute meditations, however, I find more clarity and peace in a yoga class (meditation through movement, dontcha know) than I do sitting quietly attempting to meditate. So, for yesterday and today, I am going to count my practice as my meditations. I took Sara's 7pm Power class last night after a foray into Trapeze and Aerial Hammock left me feeling like I was going to totally collapse and it was brilliant. Matt Fields-Johnson assists that class and he really loved on me and just made me feel yummy and lengthened and I am so grateful to both Matt and Sara for bringing my Monday to such a beautiful close.

Tonight I took Sara's 6pm Power class, despite the fact that I spent all day nursing yucky trapeze bruises and arms so sore I could barely lift them above shoulder height. I had almost let myself stay home and nap instead of go to class because of soreness and also because I had a falling out with a friend that came to a head this afternoon and made me feel incredibly sad and angry. But, as I sat on my bed sulking, I thought about how much joy yoga brings me and I popped up, threw on the nearest pair of stretchy pants and headed out the door and THANK GOODNESS I did, because I feel so much better! My muscles feel a little bit less sore and my head feels a little more clear and my heart feels so much more open. And, like I said, I get such a beautiful meditation from my practice. In that hour and fifteen minutes, I managed to stop holding anger in my heart for my former friend and sent him love and then... I let him go. I'm not angry with him anymore. I'm still fighting a little bit of hurt, but I am generally ok with letting him go with love. If he someday decides that he needs and wants me back in his life, I will welcome him with open arms, but until then I will be content to nourish my relationships with all of the other people in my life that I am lucky enough to love.

And, once again, thanks to Sara for a beautiful close to my evening. My soul has been fed.

Two days almost down, 38 to go!! Bring it on!!

I love you all and am so grateful for your taking the time to read.

Love love love,

Hayley