When it rains, it pours.

It seems my body has been yelling at me to rest – and when that didn’t work, it has forced me to do so.

And to ask for help. Which is probably the one thing I am the worst at.

First, it was my foot. Talk about experiencing deep empathy for those who regularly have mobility challenges. When you feel you have a million things to do and you can’t just zoom around and get them done as usual, it’s highly frustrating.

The last few days, it’s been illness, because of course it has. This is the rhythm of my life – wrap up a stressful semester, start to let down and relax….and let in all the terrible germs.

In and around all of this, I have managed to wrap up my semester, PASS my oral comps (which shows I have learned some things throughout this grad school process), and have some fun with friends and family.

And, because life never slows down, Kiran has a big appointment day tomorrow in Iowa City. We get to leave at the butt crack of dawn, and daddy Eric is driving us this time. I am bracing myself but know I will never be prepared. Because it’s his heart – and he holds mine.