I’m still not thrilled to be headed into a new school year but at least I have a goal to work toward. I’m going to be a good human. Seems simple enough.
Author: Sara Orris
I know we will look back on this summer and describe it as, “the summer Dad/Grandpa had cancer”. Whenever we look at pictures or question why we didn’t do a usual summer event or tradition the explanation will be, “oh right, that’s the summer Dad/Grandpa had cancer”.
Despite my attempts to exercise regularly the effort was simply not enough. I was not happy of the body I stared at every day and I was so tired of being mentally wrung out. I needed an outlet and I needed a change. So now, I kickbox.
Homeownership. It’s the dream of most adults to eventually own their home, right? I look at commercials now depicting young couples excitedly taking selfies in their brand new homes and I think…suckers.
Two years ago my littlest daughter decided she wanted to become a dancer. I had successfully avoided dance mom status with the other two girls as they had both leaned (or were pushed) toward sports like soccer and basketball. My youngest, however, was determined to resist my shoves no matter how pink her cleats and shin guards were.
May is the WORST. Every year I say May is the worst and I swear to God, every year May gets worse.
We hear, “you’re going to miss this when it’s over” or “you’ll look back on this and smile” and other annoying cliches from older parents all of the time. But as I’m beginning to identify with those “older” (gasp) parents I have to say, they were right.
At almost 42, I’ve been a bit more reflective of who I’ve become. I understand that we, as people, are always changing and growing but the beauty of being in my 40s is I can actually say, about many of my quirks and traits, “well, this is me!” and not really care much about what others think about it.
Winter really can suck the life out of you and it sure does beat me up. Every. Year. This year it did so quite literally.
I’m trying to be more positive this winter so for my post for February I decided to focus not on the people I love (since I love them every day, not just on that ridiculous made up holiday) but on some of the things I’m loving right now that are helping me push through this season of misery.