Taking time to acknowledge good things
Ever since my darling came home and the winter turned cold and dark we've been spending a lot of time cocooned inside. There have been a lot of wood fires and stew and snuggling. He hasn't had regular work since he came home but we haven't wanted to spend much money anyway - just being together at home has been enough.
But I eventually began to get cabin fever, especially once the holidays ended and it remained cold and wet and dark outside. For the past week or so we've been intentionally getting out more, even just going to work out at the Y or taking walks or runs when there have been breaks in the weather. This morning it is clear and the sun is streaming in the window and my heart feels joyous and free and I just want to go out in it and breathe. I love the rain and the mist that dominate the winters here, yet it makes days like this seem that much more magical.
I am unbelievably blessed. I live here with the love of my life, I am strong, I am beautiful in my unique way, and I can... we can... create beautiful things.
Yesterday was a fabulous day. I accomplished a lot at work, then sang opera for the first time since early November (had to remember how to do it since it had been so long), then did a fabulous job at my first ever pilates class, then cooked and ate a delicious chicken together with my husband, and then after my evening PT recorded the highest FEV1 I've ever had since I got my home spirometer. And then had one of those mysterious but somehow compelling dreams that I couldn't remember the moment I woke up, but it left me happy.
Surprisingly sappy thoughts while I'm working on a random Wednesday morning in mid-January, but those transcendent moments in life don't come on a schedule.
Love and blessings all.
But I eventually began to get cabin fever, especially once the holidays ended and it remained cold and wet and dark outside. For the past week or so we've been intentionally getting out more, even just going to work out at the Y or taking walks or runs when there have been breaks in the weather. This morning it is clear and the sun is streaming in the window and my heart feels joyous and free and I just want to go out in it and breathe. I love the rain and the mist that dominate the winters here, yet it makes days like this seem that much more magical.
I am unbelievably blessed. I live here with the love of my life, I am strong, I am beautiful in my unique way, and I can... we can... create beautiful things.
Yesterday was a fabulous day. I accomplished a lot at work, then sang opera for the first time since early November (had to remember how to do it since it had been so long), then did a fabulous job at my first ever pilates class, then cooked and ate a delicious chicken together with my husband, and then after my evening PT recorded the highest FEV1 I've ever had since I got my home spirometer. And then had one of those mysterious but somehow compelling dreams that I couldn't remember the moment I woke up, but it left me happy.
Surprisingly sappy thoughts while I'm working on a random Wednesday morning in mid-January, but those transcendent moments in life don't come on a schedule.
Love and blessings all.