I really just wanted an excuse to write something outside of what I was already writing. I also miss the resultant satisfaction that comes from defined and actuated consistency, but I’m not making a promise here. This could be a one-off, we just don’t know. To be certain, this is not the reincarnation of my Sunday morning musings from the racetrack.
I just thought maybe this would be a good space to use as a ‘catch-all’ for weird, or possibly interesting, or maybe even helpful things I experienced during the week, and I’ve included a handful below. So here we are, you and I, together again, for a quick chat. Thanks for showing up. (Share back in the comments, if you’re so inclined)
1. Oh, Stanley. Truth be told, I *do* have one of those insanely expensive, bulky, not-at-all cute but-also-somehow darling Stanley cups. I love it. It’s light blue with big puffy clouds all over it, and I have consumed approximately 400,000 gallons of water (mainly because it fits in my cupholder). However, this week PT saw me gazing at a white knock-off at the WalMart and, marveling at the hearts popping over my head over yet another drinking receptacle, insisted we purchase it. We did, and I love it, too! Newsflash: It’s just as good as the Stanley and LESS THAN HALF THE PRICE.
2. I’m back, baby! My work-mind was complete mush leading up to, during, and for the first week after the holidays. It was an uncomfortable period in which anxiety intensified as I asked myself, “Is this just who I am now? A girl with applesauce brains?” I am pleased to report that it is not, in fact, who I am. My mind has returned to a mostly operational state, my new wipe-off calendar has arrived, and content has been flowing from brain, to fingertips, to actual published pieces for a good number of days. More to come!
3. Mother Nature is a beast. One night this week, the wind blew so hard that one of the apple trees – the one that got struck by lightning last year and was half-dead – was ripped from the ground (see photo). That was the night Patrick had to get out of bed to take down the porch swing that was banging, banging, banging right outside our window. One day there was ice on my car, then two days later it was 60 degrees and sunny, and now we’re back to whipping wind that makes me wonder which of the trees on the hill are going to be ripped from the roots and smash through our little house. It’s supposed to be hovering near 0° early next week, possibly with snow. For the love of Christmas! Settle down, Ma.
4. I did something gigantic this week, personally, in terms of getting my stuff together. It was a hugely positive step in the right direction toward an enormous goal, and I’m really excited and even a little proud of myself. If I can do THAT, I can do more. If I can get this far, I can go farther. I’ve also been trying to get my sh*t together in terms of fitness and mindful eating, but that is another fish to fry (poach? steam? air fry? The confusion is probably the problem). I’m a work in progress, but I think that’s a good thing. You are, too. Right?
Anyway, that’s all for now. See you out there.
Categories: Musings, Uncategorized
Kelly Wade 