Since January 26, I’ve managed something like 15 different events. I’ve been sick twice. I bought a killer dress, which I have already worn three times. I also finally splurged on the expensive black pumps, which have rewarded me by being wearable for up to ten hours at a time. The largest zit of my thirties has set up camp on the end of my nose. I’ve taken down a horrible light fixture and managed to mangle the installation of a new one so badly that we had to call an electrician. I realized that $60 is a small price to pay for a working light and my sanity. I’ve filed our taxes and used the refund to pay off a significant bill. I’ve begun training for the 5K that I’m running in May. I’ve become obsessed with Nigel Slater’s Tender, and have been craving vegetables nonstop. I’ve eaten jello for the first time since I was probably 16, due to the aforementioned sickness. (That part was today.) I’ve given up sugar for Lent, despite the fact that I fall firmly into the “spiritual, but not religious” camp.
It’s been a blur, honestly. I feel like time is whooshing past. After Easter, things will slow down a bit, and I’ll be able to find my balance again. The trick, as always, is to keep breathing.