There’s so much that I have been wanting to write recently, but I haven’t been setting aside the time to do it. Even now I’m only here to give you little snippets of my life.
I’m planning a birthday party for Darwin. He’s turning 2, which seems monumentally unreasonable. He’s like a tornado these days and it’s utterly exhausting. But he’s also gentle and kind and a beautiful human being. I got frickin’ lucky.
A week ago I took a dance class … my first exercise-type thing since the 40 days yoga thing I did. The dance class was awesome. It’s NIA, which stands for Neuromuscular Integration Activity (a big fancy name for something that’s essentially new-age free-form jazzercise). I frickin’ love it and am planning on going every week.
Since taking that class I’ve gone for two runs with the boy and a hike by myself. I’m not willing to let my body be a reason for me to be upset anymore. It’s something I actually have control over. It’s time.
I’m feeling incredibly stressed about turning 30 in January. It’s still a little ways off, but I feel it looming over me every day.
After Halloween I’m going to work on giving up sweets. This is going to be worse than giving up smoking in a lot of ways. God, I miss smoking …
I love fall. I love the colors and the sounds and the rain and the rapidly dropping temperatures. I love apple pie and soup. I love going for hikes and having the ground covered with leaves that are the same color as the trees surrounding me. I love gathering with friends for pumpking carving and hot cider. I love hot chocolate before bed.
(See what I mean about how hard it’s going to be to give up sweets?)
Good night, my darlings. When my mind is more settled I’ll write more cohesively. XOXOXO