Not having a regular 9 to 5 job is nice…really it is. Instead, I work in sections of the day, outputting enormous energy to teach and then scaling back only to recharge a few hours later for a new class. Right now I teach at 3 studios, 2 schools, nanny, take dance classes, rehearse, and perform regularly in the evening. I also run the office of one studio. During the week my brain becomes a disjointed calender. Many times my day begins at 10am and travels with upward speed to 10pm. There are chunks, breaks, pieces of freedom mixed with the usual needs: where to eat? (In my car), when to drive? (avoid the highways before 11am and after 2pm), do I go home or do I stay in the city? Some days (like today) I find myself alone in one particular studio for 3 solid hours. Sometimes I take advantage of the soft little floor and perform 30 minutes of yoga. Other times I bring a book and lay out on the same floor and read–keeping a close eye trained on the clock. Occasionally, I can actually lie down and sleep; the studio turns into a strange, urban, rest pod. If I’m lucky my sister is off from work and I saunter down to her studio and sip tea or go out for Thai food. I am lucky. My days are never the same, never predictable, save for a few time slots. However, it makes gearing up for a day or a week daunting, no matter what my health…or the weather. Hello, fall…