Author: z

2022 out, 2023 in

Wow, it has been a minute since I posted real words here.

As is my wont, I make some vague not-resolution to post more but then just end up spending however many hours trying to align a widget and futz the css inside an iframe. So, the idea that I woke up in 2023 as somehow new and improved is already out the window – but yeah, that was never really on the table I guess.

2022 was for me/us a lot. As I think it was for a lot of people. But for us, there was a lot of uncertainty around our living situation, and a lot of moving, and a lot of driving, and a lot of spending money on houses we didn’t actually buy. But fortunately, right near the end, there was a lot of spending money on a house we did buy!

Now that we are more settled, I do have some goals or intentions or what-the-heck-ever. Run more, drink more water, drink less other stuff, the uszh. Maybe I’ll write about them more soon, or maybe I’ll forget all about this blog and my vague not-resolution to actually say things here the second I go back to work and don’t have 10+ days of freedom to translate into one puny post.

I ran 4 miles today and I think I’m back on track or pretty close. But I CAREMAD cried in front of my boss this morning, so I’m ending the day with True Blood and a bloody mary and calling it a wash.

Behind before it starts

I started an 83 miles/Dec 22, 1000 miles/2023 challenge and I’m already behind a bit.

Sometimes I feel a little lonely and then realize it’s because I’m hermit and never open myself up.

We’ll see if I can get it together in 2023.

listening to @taylorswift13 while drinking white wine and making dinner. really peaking out my suburban vibes this evening.

A Complicated Month, with Goals

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.