Well....happy January 9?? Where is the year going?!
Such a silly start to a blog, but so true.
I started the year with so much energy. Resolutions. Commitments.
I rapidly put away all Christmas decorations (which is a LOT at my house). Finished planning a mid-winter break vacation I am super excited about. Arranged childcare for the next few months.
Worked out the first four days of the work week last week.
Check, check, check.
And then....phew.
The holiday hangover hit me full speed. I love, love, love the holidays. I love making them special for people I love. I decorate the house. Buy all the gifts. Send the cards. Stuff the stockings. Plan the trips. Create the special occasions.
This year was extra as my husband turned 50 on December 20th. A wine tasting outing and two parties (including one at my house for 40 of our friends a few nights before Christmas) added fun....and more to my plate.
My daughter was home from college and it was AMAZING! I love, love, love every minute with her. And I feel this self-imposed pressure to soak up every minute with her. Ensure she has her favorite foods. And that her trip home is magical. She finally went back to college yesterday and her departure leaves a hole each time.
And....my excited kick-off to a new year of exercise came to a screeching halt. I am fully committed to running a marathon in April and I've been excited to officially kick off training, moving from half marathon shape to the full deal. Except my hamstring went on strike in the last week. Super tight, knotted muscles - I have no idea why. But it was so tight it would wake me up at night. So, I took several days off running and absent some yoga, have tried to rest. Boo. Not the January I envisioned.
Add some exhaustion, a stressful week back to work, a departing daughter and no work-outs and I was not refreshed, but....grumpy.
This week-end I tried to go back to basics. Organized some closets because it makes me calm and is the easiest sense of accomplishment. Practiced gratitude. Finished a good book. Appreciated time with those I love.
But really, it took seeing the photo above from my "last year at this time" memories. It reminded me that last year, I was quarantined in my bedroom. With COVID-19. I felt pretty terrible and was sad to miss the excitement of the first week of a new year. I tried to keep up with work remotely. And I watched a lot of Bridgerton.
So this year, I take a deep breath. Of course, I have so much to be grateful for. The hustle and bustle of life is so real - and can rob of us of our energy and joy if not careful. Add in frustration over an injury (which hopefully will heal fast) and just...discontent....that this year...did not start exactly as I wanted!
But, it's OK. The year is long. We're just getting started. And there is plenty of days to make the most of each one.
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