I made a decision this week, and I feel okay about it. I’m a little bummed I’m not making New York City happen this year, but given everything, it just isn’t the right time.
I know, I know, the timing is never exactly right, but I want to set myself up for success, and I didn’t feel like I was able to. Plus there was the whole 4-6 weeks to verify my friggin’ salary thing.
Alas, not going now doesn’t mean not going ever.
Sunday
At least I got a visit to the Strand in when I was on my impromptu Sunday excursion.
Monday
I needed a little R&R after the seven day rollercoaster of emotions, second-guesses, and obsessive thought spirals I was on, so I headed up to White Lake with Mommazzito and swam the bay.
Tuesday
To avoid thinking about or texting a certain someone (who has, for somewhat inexplicable reasons, come to occupy a great deal of my thoughts recently), I went to hang with Chris and Sarah. She’s relatively new to the scene, but I instantly liked her when we went tubing at the beginning of summer, and I think even if their relationship doesn’t last, I’ll remain friends with her.
Wednesday
By Wednesday it was time to start getting myself back on track. While I was overthinking the hell out of my options, I’d eaten like crap, slept even worse, and totally neglected the WODs Nick had been posting. Basically, I was a mess of a person.
I didn’t wake up motivated to do much of anything on Wednesday, but I schlepped my ass over to the garage because that’s what one does when they’re trying to pull themselves back together— begrudgingly go through the motions until the motions start to feel like life again.
And then while you lie on the yoga mat telling yourself to lift the damn kettlebell and do a damn Turkish Get-up, you see a caterpillar mounting another one, and the image skeeves you out but also makes you smile.
Life goes on. So it goes…
Thursday
To feel good about myself again, I brushed my hair before going to the professional development program I’d signed up for with Hobbsie and Joan. Since my hair didn’t end up looking half bad, I decided to post a video attempting a song I’d learned five or six years ago.
I definitely did not do this just so a specific someone would see me living my best life.
Friday
Thirteen was Michelle’s soccer number, and she considered the few days a year when the thirteenth of a month fell on a Friday to be her lucky days.
Maybe it was her spirit that delivered a delicious batch of perfectly ripe blueberries to me in my backyard on a rainy Friday the 13th this week.
Saturday
On Saturday, I traveled with Kath to Vermont. It was a completely random escapade. She was visiting an old college roommate and her husband— two people I’ve never met. Me and three people pushing 60.
I loved it.
Kathleen (not to be confused with Kathryn) and Paul were aDORable. He’s a fidgety thing (classically ADHD), and she’s very Vermont— talks to everyone, carries edibles, gardens, and makes veggie smoothies. The two of them have been trying to declutter for the past few years, and doing what they call “reverse garage saling.” They get excited when they see signs advertising garage sales, but not because they want to rummage through old things and purchase interesting finds. No, they grab a few items from their own house to discard, stuff them in her bag, and discreetly place them among the pieces the unsuspecting seller has placed on display.
This is definitely going in a book I write someday.
They took Kath and me to an outdoor concert and then to a little ice cream place for maple creamies… and THE WOMAN POURED MAPLE SYRUP OVER MY ICE CREAM.
Divine.