Date:Â March 11, 2024
Location:Â Montana, sitting in my messy office.
Weather: 40°F, Drizzling Rain
Time:Â 8:48 PM
Objective:Â Let you know that Iâm still here.
Observations:Â
Cream 40oz Stanley Tumbler (Beverageus Cardinalis Quencherus Maximus)
I bought into the hype and I havenât looked back - not even once (thank you to my dear friend, Stella, for telling me to just do it).Â
Iâve never been more hydrated and the emotional support it provides is 10/10.
Small Pyrex Storage Container with a Tiny Spoon and the Remnants of Dairy-Free Ice Cream (Lil' FreezeVault Spoonerium Deliciosa)
Iâm leaning into Maya Angelouâs words, âModeration in moderation.â
I had a tiny scoop of vanilla dairy-free ice cream with olive oil drizzled and salt sprinkled on top for the second night in a row (if youâve never tried this, do it - dairy-free or not - and thank me later).
Setlist from the Seattle Macklemore Concert (RhymeChronicle Harmony Scroll of Emerald City Vibes)
It hangs from the spine of a book on the top of a stack of books that sit on the floor of my office next to two other stacks of books. âGet a Bookshelfâ is on my to-do list.
I still havenât told you about that night, but I am this close to fulfilling my dream of meeting Macklemore because somehow my cousin, my mom, my sisters, and I ended up in the âIYKYK-super-secret-VIP-afterpartyâ where we met, hugged, and shared tears with Mary freaking Lambert.
I am still processing.
Partially Unpacked Suitcases (Semi-Contained Travel Ensemble Chaosium)
Two weeks ago from Sunday, I came home to my own bed after spending the previous three weeks waking up in China for the first time in five years; since before the pandemic; as a wife and a ç.
In between the last three Tuesdays in January, I was working double time, preparing to leave the country without a laptop.
Iâm about to share all of my observations, interpretations, and reflections from everything I experienced between the first three Tuesdays in February. The words have been coming slow and steady, but theyâve made clear they canât be rushed. I am listening.
Marquee Sign Outside the Nursery Down the Road (SproutScript Euphoria Billboardium)
This sign and I have been in conversation since last spring. âItâs almost time đ€,â it read when I wasnât sure if I could withstand another moment of winter.
This spring itâs telling me, âYou know what to do! Plant some seeds! đâ - right when I was thinking about you and feeling guilty about disappearing in the fieldâŠ
Reflection:
In between the past two Tuesdays, Iâve been fighting jet lag, getting back into my routine slowly and mindfully, practicing holding and setting boundaries successfully, training for my first half-marathon, learning and realizing what it means to be a good friend and how sometimes it requires you to do really hard things, being a good friend, nurturing friendships new and old, falling in love with my husband all over again with each sunrise, spending time on the couch of a new therapist and bravely doing some of the most meaningful work Iâve ever done, and walking my dog.
Iâve been planting seeds.
But, I wanted to let you know that Iâm still here.Â
P.S. In case no oneâs told you lately, youâre doing a great job. You are strong. You are brave. You are worthy. You are oh-so-loved. Keep going. Youâve got this.
And donât forget to be kind to six-year-old you. â„ïž
Awesome Meg! I love reading these!