NOT my best week.  I tripped and fell, tried to get back up, got body slammed back down and fell again.  I’m speaking figuratively here, for the record, people.  Except the part where Jesse actually body-slammed my head, but it’s cool…because right before we left for school the morning after, Evan threw up.  So, I got to stay home and recover from ANOTHER concussion while I stayed home with my poor sick Ev.  Later that week...I also got bit by a dog.  I TOLD you it was BAD.  (I’m actually crying here.) But it’s ok.  It’s ok.  Everything is going to be ok. I am paying attention to the voices in my head telling me "You suck…like big time!” and “You should definitely quit everything, because you suck…like REALLY bad.”  And I am practicing what I preach when I tell my clients to be gentle on themselves and have a growth mindset and thought stop those evil sons of (you're the one that filled in the blank, not me...).  And even though it ...