Pivot or plow through (or both?): For me today, that unexpected was a brand new printer that I had brought with me to the hotel for my 5-day rebirth to make t-shirts ( long story why I am ironing t-shirts at the Fairmont Royal York the first week of my 54th year - but all in due time). My friend called (who gifted me the birthday trip) who is a life warrior and so successful on her very own that I sometimes cringe if I compare myself to her ( which I have stopped doing - comparing, that is), and after talking to her I decided to pivot. I went to Staples bought a new printer - I will return this one when I get home - and I will finish my "thank-you" signs and bracelets tonight and ship everything by UPS tomorrow or Tuesday. Not a massive act of courage on the surface, right? I wanted to pack up and go home - but instead, I chose to stay and fight my fight. Dramatic, right - I have made "packages" to sell my ideas for years and most times have failed in sending them. Recipients most often thought I was "crazy". People around me all shook their heads, and to a great extent, they were right. However, the "odd" time with emphasis on ODD - it did work out for me. So - I pivoted again today - full of hope, still not eating any sugar, walked my 30 minute walk, fell in love with Toronto - truly felt like I belonged for the first time in my life, not just in Toronto, but in life. I plowed through, I pivoted, I practiced self-care. All good. Really.