Taking care of my head

Today was strangely focused on Taking Care of my Head. I mean that very literally -- I went to the dentist in the morning (teeth), and the esthetician in the afternoon (face). My head feels very professionally in order. I have a chipped filling that, by coincidence, I scheduled to get fixed on the same day as my next facial, ensuring yet another Taking Care of Head Day in the future.

Tonight was partner acro class, and my handstand teacher told me every handbalancer inflames a wrist at some point. He promised me it would pass, and told me about the first time it happened to him... about two weeks into it, he still couldn't do handstands and was scared about what he'd do if he could never do them again. It was really sweet of him to mention that, because of course it named the fear in my head, the thing I didn't want to say out loud: what if this is permanent? He promises it is not. I'm still scared, but touched.

At least there were partner-acro successes. I was thrown and caught and balanced. It was also really hot today, and I stretched out my splits (remember? while no handstands are happening, I stretch them every day) and nearly touched down, I think. On both sides.

Lastly, I moved my desk at work and really started work for my temporary team. The buzz is intense. I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing.