It’s August. A complicated month that contains my birthday and the date of my mother’s death. But I feel different this year (though I probably said that all the other years, too).
I miss blogging. Not “writing” or tweeting or any of that stuff, but blogging about my days and my thoughts and my plans and the minutia of life.
I looked up the other day and realized we’re finally stabilizing again, after a long stint of being really displaced. We spent nearly a year not knowing where we were going to land, and then another 4 months scrambling when the place we intended to land didn’t work out. And maybe we still don’t know the long-long term plan, but we have a house, with new floors and painted walls, and that’s a relief for now.
After the floors, but before the painting (honestly, before much of the furniture) we turned the former sunroom of this house into a workout space and it’s been my balm through some of the rockier moments of the past few months. We got our treadmill set up and I re-discovered Peloton. I started off easy, but then I discovered Adrian Williams and his Thunder 45 classes. They remind me a lot of Dane’s Body Shop and my crazy co-workers at the time. Except this time, I am inexplicably more willing to do weighted squats and lunges. Sorry Jake.
So anyways, I think I’m going to attempt a “Year of 100 Bootcamps” and try to do a Thunder 45 class every week for a year. or at least average as much.
I’m not usually one to make goals or resolutions, because I don’t like to fail. But I’m trying to learn that failure is a part is growth, as long as I don’t give up.