Swirling Around My Head
Some attempts at breaking out and other things
I’ve been very stuck in my own head this week. Unable to pinpoint exactly why, I’ve attempted a few things to help shake the funk.
Monday morning consisted of an impromptu 5 mile run, which felt absolutely glorious at the time. My body is currently beginning to stiffen up. It was worth it.
There was a bit of retail therapy on Shopbop’s semi-annual sale where I ended up purchasing only t-shirts, socks, and tank tops all in the very unexpected shades of white, black, and gray. Maybe the sale is happening more often than I realize, because I do feel like I’m constantly browsing a bajillion pages only to land right back into my very safe basics. But, I love getting my basics at a discount so I will not complain any further.
I sat at my desk for a few hours and cleared it all the way off. I mean very clear. Which usually I find extremely satisfying, but this time it didn’t land.
I’ve gone on a few walks (some with friends which is always a bonus) and the fresh fall air has been a real treat this week as compared to the rainy, misty week we had last week.
I’ve blasted music in the car with the sunroof open on my way to pick up.
I got to enjoy a midweek girls dinner with a friend from out of town. And I even made it home that night to kiss the kids before bedtime. Win win.
I binged Nobody Wants This and feel like going back in for a second round. Episode 9 had me belly laughing. If you haven’t watched yet, do yourself the favor and get horizontal. The soundtrack also hits.
All this and more and there’s still a little fuzzy something sitting right inside my head that I cannot put my finger on. Does anyone know if any planet is in retrograde? Maybe it’s lack of sleep due to all of the nighttime coughing that is happening around here (dog and kids included). Maybe it’s just the normal ebbs and flows and it will pass soon.
This week was Rosh Hashanah. To those who celebrated, Shana Tova. I’m reflecting on the year in the books and feeling immense gratitude. I’m grateful for the time I get with my kids spent watching them become who they are, even though sometimes the explorations can be tough. For Michael, the most supportive and loving partner I could have ever dreamed of getting to do life with. For my friends who keep me grounded and keep it real, no matter what. For my brother-in-laws and sister-in-laws for forever bringing levity and love. For my parents for being exceptional grandparents. For my brother who will always be the funner one. For my younger cousins by marriage who keep me up on all the Gen Z things and are the sweetest aunties around. And so on…
This year has pushed me to grow in ways I hadn’t expected and confront things I definitely did not want to. I credit those things with allowing me to continue to become who I am, and although not always ideal, I do believe necessary. I am proud of myself. It’s like we always tell our kids when they tell us something with great pride, “You should be so proud of yourself”. And I genuinely am.
Okay, maybe I just shook the fuzzy something?
Bonus– a few shots of my screen that I either share now or are going to get buried in the depths of the new Apple photo stream that I cannot find my way around.
Somehow you’ve taken the words out of my head! Feeling the same in many ways. I credit it to the intensity of the world, back to school insanity and pressures we feel left and right without even knowing it. Retail Therapy always helps plus seeing friends and reflecting. I am going to follow your lead😘