I know february is the month we get to see sun again, yet I always forget how amazing it feels. This year we’ve gotten a lot of snow too, so it’s extra bright. And nice.
The best sounds outside are my shoes scrunching against the snow. (Mom said that as an adult you no longer notice these things – but I do – I especially notice those things.)
My favorite colors are the golden grasses against the pale blue shadows on the snow.
Once again I’m training for a half marathon and I’m running about three times per week. That’s been challenging to my toes – they don’t appreciate the cold. But I notice my mind already imagining the green buds on the trees and dry road under my feet, so it doesn’t feel that cold (except on my way back – somehow the wind on the shore seems to double).
One day I have this terror of running the distance with my heart beating way too fast for way too long – and on another day I have a peace of mind knowing I can do it, I’ve done it (way too) many times before. I love running. But running half marathons? It’s a trap. One where I’m willing to put myself in, because it’s good to challenge yourself. My mind is racing constantly. So only wise to try and catch up.
I’ve tried meditating, just recently. I’m not too sure about it, but making a bit more room for my thoughts seems like a good thing. Though I think yoga and painting might work even better for me.
I have watched almost every episode of Superstore on Netflix. There’s only so much crime you can solve, before you need some easygoing comedy in your life. Hence: superstore.
I wrote a poem.
My favorite outfit right now is the merino wool lounge wear set from *Pierre Robert. If we’re looking for positives in the worldwide pandemic, it’s appreciating comfortable clothes. This particular set I could wear to different occasions though, depending on how I style and pair it. This set was a gift. From myself. To myself. Best thing about adulthood? You deserve gifts. (Though I’m trying to tell myself I don’t necessarily need it in all the other colors. Plus the other lovely *Jenny Skavlan clothes.)
What else, what else.
When the real world seems disappointing, I go to Hogwarts. In other words, I decided to read the Harry Potters again. (I’m also gonna watch the movies, unfortunately.) I’m already on my third book. I missed reading books. Now that I’m back at it, it’s fantastic. I used to list in my hobbies “reading”, but then social media happened. I’ve always read, but not as much as I wanted.
If you know of a book series that is as good as Harry Potters, I’m all ears. Skeptical, but open to suggestions.
The surface of our new coffee table is so beautiful, I’d like to pet it all the time.
I can see a million little paths in the snow through my window, that I would like to wander (but so far I’ve settled to staring at them in between writing).
I have some careful plans in my calendar and just having them there makes me smile. Whatever happened.
So I guess above all else, I’m hopeful. Better. I’m actually feeling optimistic about future. Is it the sunshine? Is it the year? Is it the good things happening for me work-wise? I don’t know. But I’ll welcome it with open arms.
How are you?