Today is the kind of day that makes me feel like writing. It's broody and gloomy and just perfect for picking up a pen. I was up early for my annual physical. I've been putting it off as I do every year even though that just causes anxiety. I left feeling relief, a spring in my step and with an order for physical therapy for my problematic knee. It's not something that was on my radar, but at this point it makes perfect sense.
I was up early yesterday too. Two days in and I'm remembering why I like being an early riser. Ted spent Sunday night in his old room after spending the day because Meryl had to go live at 2 a.m. Monday. I got him downtown in time for his first morning call.
We celebrated Grandma Pat's birthday Sunday. Mike made a huge pot of stick to your bones lasagna stoup and I baked a focaccia round. There were leftovers for all, which is a good thing because we are enjoying some prime soup weather.
It's also my favorite walking weather. Last night I went out after work. It was already dark, but the waxing Super moon and the egg yolk yellow trees cast enough brightness to expose a few deer lurking on the edge of the woods. I was giddy that I could see my breath and that my knee held out for three miles. I'm grateful that it feels good today too.
I was also grateful that I turned in early enough to read a few chapters of a new book, and also that I gave myself permission to abandon the two that have had me stuck, stalled. I waste too much time thinking I have to finish what I start even when it's not working for me. I have my daughter to thank for giving me the nod I needed. She recently decided to reduce screen time for pages. It got me thinking about better uses of my precious time.
And isn't it the truth that the way we spend our days is the way we spend our lives? It's not so much about accolades and accomplishments as it is about the little things that matter big. Things like showing up every day for the people I love myself included. I take care of myself and then I take better care of them.
