I took the summer off, sort of. I still had to go to the day job, of course; bills and mortgage…you know how that goes. I had surgery in late June, and that was pretty much the last time you heard from me. It’s not that anything bad happened, but it was this really transformative experience on multiple levels.
At some point in life, you’re going to reach a point where you realize you can’t do it all. I know that everyone’s journey through this life is different. We all face difficulties, and I thank Spirit that, while I’ve had my hard times, mostly my life has been very blessed. But also, that our journey through the adventure that is life is uniquely our own. I reached a point where I recognized that I’d taken on too much, and something had to give, that something was my blog and social media networking. I’m not very technical, I deal better with warm bodies, so when I found myself falling asleep in my chair at 8:30 p.m. over dinner night after night, I knew I had to let the blogging and writing go for the summer. I had other things I had to focus on.
In retrospect, I can see that my exhaustion was part of my healing. It didn’t help that right after my surgery, I found I couldn’t sit to write for protracted periods, it was just too painful. So I fell out of the writing habit in a few short weeks, and then the garden exploded. Not literally, but my part time hobby was not so part time any more. It’s totally been worth it! See:
And then there’s the girls. Remember my little chicks? They’re all grown up:
Isn’t she a beauty?
They only just started laying a few weeks ago, but it’s so nice to have fresh eggs once again.
Frankly, summer up here in the Northwest really has been awesome. We’re looking to break a record, we’re approaching 51 days without measurable rain. That is unheard of for Seattle! It feels like being back in SoCal, with sunny days and temps in in the high 70’s. Gorgeous. I mean really, it doesn’t get any better than this:
I also realized I needed to do some work on myself. With the surgery, and going through my healing process, I realized I had to make some changes. I’m active; at work, in the yard, but it’s not enough to maintain health, so Hub and I joined a gym. I’m not the weight-lifting gym rat that I was in my 20’s or even 30’s, but I’m going. It was a bit disheartening to recognize how out of shape I drifted, but I also was gratified that I can still get on the cardio, and my body still remembers the proper form for deadlifts and squats. I’m eating healthier too, more greens, more salads, less junk food. Even though I still so WANT to run and just get a yummy burger and fries at time. Still do, but FAR less than I used to.
I’ve tried in the past to get healthier, exercise more, yada, yada, blah blah. This time, it seems to be sticking, at least for the last few months. The key, for me, was realizing I’m not perfect. I gave myself permission to fail. We’ve all seen the memes running around Facebook with the inspiring quotes about getting back up, and making mistakes, right? The most important lesson I learned this summer is this: It really doesn’t matter how many times you fall down. What matters is that you get back up. Bounce back up, ease back up, ask for help back up, it doesn’t matter, so long as you get back up.
So this is me, getting back on the blogging horse. I may be rusty, but I’m back. Nice to see you, and thanks for reading.