Summer is almost over.

Summer is almost over.

This is my last official weekend of summer break, and I am looking forward to every second of these last few days. Tomorrow and Sunday I am doing promotion for Operation Shanti, and I cannot wait for Sunday. Tomorrow I have to drop things off in Santa Monica and Venice, and then I go to a yoga class at 3:30. After the class I am planning on stuffing my face with Mexican food while watching some cheesy movie of my choice. Sunday I have to get up early for Garth’s class at Lululemon Santa Monica.

At 9:30 Garth will be teaching a free class at Lululemon, and I will be taking full advantage of his class. After the class in Santa Monica I head over to Brentwood to promote the event at a different location. It will be my first time promoting the event in that area, so I hope it is a lot of fun. Every area of the city attracts different types of people, so I am wondering what the people will be like in Brentwood. It should be mellow and fun. My goal is to sign up 10 people on Sunday.

Sunday is a really packed day, I am even attending another two classes on Sunday. I will see how I feel, but I think it will make me feel better than I have been feeling the past few days. I also spent time with my grandmother last week, and it is really hard to be with her sometimes. My grandmother was a mover and a shaker. Her life consisted of raising children, baking, traveling around the world, opera, and charity work. She lived her life, and why wouldn’t she? It sounds like a dream come true, and I believe it was.

My grandmother had a massive stroke and can no longer walk, stand, or do anything with her left side. The last few weeks the reality of her new life has set in, and she cannot get past it. In the middle of conversations she starts to weep, and reminisces about what she used to be able to do. She realizes she will never travel again, go to the opera, or walk to the bathroom. Every day her sadness becomes more and more crippling for her. All she really wants to do is sleep half the day away, and I don’t even blame her.

I don’t think watching yourself deteriorate is all that fun. I can only imagine the physical pain she is in. I can tell you when my time comes I want to go quickly. I don’t want to decline slowly. I would rather just pass in my sleep, or randomly drop dead all of a sudden. I can tell you without a doubt I know that to be true! Sometimes I try to imagine how I would feel if I could not walk, and it terrifies me. My favorite thing in life is my health. I love traveling, yoga, hiking, doing charity work. In a nut shell I just am so grateful I can physically do any of the things I am doing. If I could no longer be active I might feel exactly like her.