Today marks the 3rd week in a row that Adelyn missed ballet because I can't muster up the energy to leave the house. Not that I'm tired. Because I'm not. I can't really put into words what it is. Social anxiety seems a bit too heavy. Laziness seems a bit too much. Maybe it's a mix. Some days are better. But most days there seems to always be an excuse as to why I can't leave the house. Dishes. Or laundry. Or emails. They're all excuses. So behind the beach photos and the funny kid sayings. Behind the smile and positivity. Is someone who's broken and trying to pick up the pieces that somehow, somewhere, shattered along the way. So today marks no more excuses. No more missed classes. And facing this life consuming fear head on. Because if there's anything I DONT want to do as a parent, projecting my own issues onto my littles is at the top of the list.