My off season officially ended on Sunday. It ended after I took a week off, which was fantastic.
The off season....the time of gluttony (sort of), the time of skipping workouts when I just don't feel like doing them (definitely), the time of sleeping in (most definitely).
This off season was particularly relaxing. I think I mentioned that we've....well....actually...I've been redecorating. Redecorating/remodeling, but the first part is the clean up.
You'd be shocked and amazed at the amount of stuff we had from living here for 11 years; the years that the boys basically grew up. Sports equipment, ridiculous numbers of boxes of band aids (because I could NEVER find them when I needed them), presents from people--that we used once or never at all. Over the last few years, we've stopped bringing in so much.
Anyway, that's how I've spent my time, deciding between trash or someone else's treasure. I'm not done yet, but I'm close.
Ending my training season and then going through my emotional and physical purging was important.
It was an extremely productive clearing out.
I figured out a lot stuff. Letting go of things whether physical or emotional opens the door for the next great thing.
My season started today with a renewed sense of......I don't know....maybe a new sense of calm. This year will bring new challenges personally and professionally, but I feel different.
I've hurt people. I've been hurt by people. I've recovered. This is what is left.
I feel raw.
It's only when we strip down to this level that we can start building something new.