Today is starting out like a day I've been dreaming of for awhile.
How is this a dream day? It's a dream day because it feels normal. It feels so normal I can't believe it. I want normal. I prefer it to my crazy work crammed whirlwind days or even to exciting days where everything is high energy and perfect.
I've been tired these past few months and have read blogs where the writer offers details of an active, but no pressure day and I've been brought to tears because that's what I want and it so often eludes me.
It's happening. Slowly I'm finding a groove. I think if I read the following on another blog a few months ago I'd have been envious of what seems so simple and normal, but instead it is my own life and my own day:
The house is a little cluttered, but clean and I'm appreciating the creaky hardwood floors more than ever. Mark and I are finally over our disappointment over an issue with insurance that prevented us from adopting a shelter puppy and we're looking again. My coffee is so good and my morning journaling went well. I love insights. I'm going to head outside to water the garden soon. I found a heap of nice veggie and herb plants at farmer's market and The Flying Pig. Chocolate mint....my favorite herb! The temperature feels like mid-fall rather than late Spring and I'm loving it.
I'm nursing a painful wrist from yesterday's CrossFit success, but the pride of showing up and completing the month long On Ramp and my first official WOD is my own personal pain relieving balm. I like being active and feeling "sporty and strong". My weight loss is excruciatingly slow, but I can feel the new muscle and this offsets my impatience.
Mark is headed to Door County for a business meeting later and I'm tagging along. I may read by the water when he's busy and I need to remember to pick up some peanut butter fudge for my grandmother. I've also got a work project to finish, but it's almost done. Thanks Tina...for your patience.
I'm still sleepy, but it's a nice kind of sleepy...not the shaking exhaustion I've grown used to.
Tomorrow is the Foodie potluck and I'm torn between bringing a vegan chocolate cake, brownie pudding or Thai peanut noodles. I know Grant (the coach at CrossFit) would have a conniption fit if he thought I had any of the ingredients for these things in my house. Grant, I don't!!!! I will have to pick them up today. I got so lucky with Grant and Heather. They are my absolute exercise and body confidence soul-mates and an answer to my prayers for non-judgmental helpers.
My issue of Anthology arrived the other day and I feel inspired by all of the gorgeous pictures and art.
Ok, another cup of organic coffee and then it's out to the garden.
This is bliss. The truth of my day is bliss because more days like this are doable and they can include music and movies and naps and work with joy.
I know I posted the picture above on the studio facebook page, but I still want to share my red shelf with anyone who doesn't check in over there. This red shelf was free and salvaged from the cast-offs of previous renters in our building. Who would leave behind such a cute thing?