Paddling helps me breathe.
Not sure if Paddling helps Gypsy. Or The Hockey Mom/Career Woman and/or any of the other personalities whom make me me.
Even if I think I don't want to go, when I'm on the water, I never regret the decision.
Tomorrow, there was a MANDATORY conference call set for the middle of paddling. HOW DARE THEY?
Doesn't work know??? Paddling fills my soul.
I blocked out the time on my calendar for the whole month. Maybe I have the time wrong? Maybe I can still make paddling.
I checked. Checked again.
Nearly faked a doctors appointment - because somehow a meeting with a shrink might be excused, but no one quite understands a meeting with mother nature.
Then, the grown up in me came to terms with the fact that I can miss ONE day of paddling.
You would have thought they had asked me to amputate my arm.
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