I have spent a lot of time in this lifetime wishing I didn't feel so much. I have paid careful and admiring attention to the people who move through their days like robots, cold and void of empathy. Oh how I wished I could be like them. And while I no longer dream of living life like an emotionless computer, there are still parts of me that are trying to find the balance. I am still learning how to get bad news and not crumble, how to have ten deadlines and not get a migraine, how to watch the Parks and Recs finale without sobbing like I was at a funeral. Yoga helps, rest helps, the love of friends and family helps a lot, but I'm still an emotional work in progress. Which is why, this week, when I was given a double dose of some scary news about some people who I love a whole lot, I had to cancel my trip to WPPI and Field Trip. Because in these moments I now know that if I was to push myself past what I can carry, I'd end up super duper sick and no good for anyone. I don't have all of the answers, but I do know my limits and little by little I am learning that stillness in the middle of a storm, for me, is priceless. I know I have disappointed some people with this decision, but I promise I did this to avoid being an even bigger disappointment to everyone down the line, including myself. I need to be here, breathing deep and holding hands tight. Self love is the lesson, and I'm taking it one day at a time.