Reflecting on fall and spin classes...
He went out for the first time, I think, ever. Was invited to a classmate's birthday party so got all dolled up and ventured out into the city. I stayed home, looking around my house. I can't remember the last time that happened. He'd go out with his best friend, but I was typically working, so I couldn't enjoy a night at home by myself. I sat here in our home with our two cats, finishing a season TiVo had recorded over the summer and eating his leftover Chinese food.
I've still purposefully maintained that pocket of self-care and decompression on Saturdays, which is what cumulated into last night. I came home after seeing clients, promptly took off my clothes, and crawled into bed. I went through some articles and pet Sadie a lot, then woke up around 2030 as he was about to get ready to leave.
I finally went to a spin class this morning, the first time I've gone in over a year. I did my best to not pass out and to not fall off the bike, both of which I accomplished. I've finally found a studio that I can financially make peace with, buying classes piecemeal and registering for a bike versus paying $40/month for a gym pass I physically cannot go to. With the Sunday morning class at 1000, it'll fit perfectly into my little schedule. I can honor that hour.
I sit here, having finished off some of the frittata Fidget's grandfather sent over and drinking just-this-side-of-hot hazelnut coffee. Football has started. I feel like I am finally coming back into my own. The bills are being paid and the savings accounts are slowly rebuilding, and now I'm in a place where I can buy a spin pass. I started watching football again last weekend and realized how much I had missed it. I needed to put more self-care back into my life, and it seems like things are finally shaking out in our benefit.
There's harder weeks than some. September was particularly rough for us. Between Pop's appointments coming due and a slew of MRIs/blood draws/research studies, and then his birthday and our anniversary, it was a Very Busy Month. I'm looking forward for October. We'll finally get into our attic and pull down the Halloween decorations. Maybe we'll go to a pumpkin farm one weekend and carve them one night.
It's been an amazing unbalance, which I am realizing now. The further I move up into Maslow, the more I see why we were so bad off previously. If I operate under the idea of energy, then I need to redirect energy into myself, my practice, my relationships, and my home. And maybe the planning to do it all is actually productive; helps me figure out what exactly I want to accomplish and how to move forward.
Today's spin class? Was something in the works for several months. And I finally went today. And I'm going to go back...
... it's good for life to finally be getting into a pattern, a routine, and successful.
I've still purposefully maintained that pocket of self-care and decompression on Saturdays, which is what cumulated into last night. I came home after seeing clients, promptly took off my clothes, and crawled into bed. I went through some articles and pet Sadie a lot, then woke up around 2030 as he was about to get ready to leave.
I finally went to a spin class this morning, the first time I've gone in over a year. I did my best to not pass out and to not fall off the bike, both of which I accomplished. I've finally found a studio that I can financially make peace with, buying classes piecemeal and registering for a bike versus paying $40/month for a gym pass I physically cannot go to. With the Sunday morning class at 1000, it'll fit perfectly into my little schedule. I can honor that hour.
I sit here, having finished off some of the frittata Fidget's grandfather sent over and drinking just-this-side-of-hot hazelnut coffee. Football has started. I feel like I am finally coming back into my own. The bills are being paid and the savings accounts are slowly rebuilding, and now I'm in a place where I can buy a spin pass. I started watching football again last weekend and realized how much I had missed it. I needed to put more self-care back into my life, and it seems like things are finally shaking out in our benefit.
There's harder weeks than some. September was particularly rough for us. Between Pop's appointments coming due and a slew of MRIs/blood draws/research studies, and then his birthday and our anniversary, it was a Very Busy Month. I'm looking forward for October. We'll finally get into our attic and pull down the Halloween decorations. Maybe we'll go to a pumpkin farm one weekend and carve them one night.
It's been an amazing unbalance, which I am realizing now. The further I move up into Maslow, the more I see why we were so bad off previously. If I operate under the idea of energy, then I need to redirect energy into myself, my practice, my relationships, and my home. And maybe the planning to do it all is actually productive; helps me figure out what exactly I want to accomplish and how to move forward.
Today's spin class? Was something in the works for several months. And I finally went today. And I'm going to go back...
... it's good for life to finally be getting into a pattern, a routine, and successful.