(This is an ongoing story. If you want to start at the beginning, click here.)
I don’t jump into things.
If I absolutely must embark on something new, I do so with a lot of trepidation and (I may as well just say it) angst.
This has been true of almost everything in my life. College, jobs, marriage, motherhood. Almost universally, I pick a path to journey down and not too far in I question my decision. What once seemed clear to me becomes murky and I begin to feel very, very lost.
My time with AE is no exception.
It will also happen with the writing of this. It may have already.
This might seem like a story about bodywork, but I’m not sure that’s what it really is. I think it might be a story about things not going the way you expect them to go. And, if I’m lucky, maybe it’s also a story about healing.