This week a friend of a friend passed away quite suddenly.  I feel such a mixture of emotions when an event like this passes on to me.  When I was communicating with another friend about it, the topic of mortality came up.  We pondered how this loss affected us in how we see ourselves living our lives.

Mortality.

I started trying to recall how old I was when I realized I would eventually die.  It seems a morbid thought, but I think it is more practical than morbid.

I truly enjoy my work as a personal trainer.  It is an extension of what I love about fitness, teaching, and healthcare.  Being involved in the industry puts me in a state of mind to keep myself as healthy as I can to be sure I am able to convey that energy to others.

Sometimes life gets busy.

Sometimes “the list” gets so big it gets in the way.

Sometimes family obligations, social obligations, or even the weather puts a kink in my well-orchestrated plan and I am derailed.

Those are the days I feel my good intentions slipping out of reach.

The past days have been exhausting.  Poor Jaxon.  It is so difficult to watch a pet suffer. Like a baby or small child, they cannot tell you what is wrong, or where it hurts.  It is up to us to put together all of the pieces of evidence, big or small, and figure out what is wrong.  I am grateful for good veterinarians.

This week I had an opportunity to visit the county fair.  To some of you, that may not sound like much of a big deal.  For those of you reading from elsewhere in the world, there are many states in the United States, and counties within those states that host an annual fair.  In this neck of the woods, the fair is one of the biggest events of the year.  

It is HUGE.