January

Disappeared for a week in December and it gave me my breath back. 

Ever since the pandemic, life has not stopped changing. The world changed, I changed!!!!

I don’t even have the same last name, address, job, or best friend. Even my relationship to my family of origin changed.

Somewhere in all of that, I started to have anxiety attacks on a regular basis. I also grew more tender. Things that would never hurt my feelings, suddenly ached. I went from the unhealthy tradition of crying twice a year to crying hard on any given Tuesday. 

It’s not about good change over bad change or vice versa. Change, in general, has an effect on all of our nervous systems. I’m sure you went through some wicked adjustments following 2020. 

We’re years away and somehow I still feel the effects of its icky, mask stifled breath. 

I finally stopped moving and sat down long enough to sift through the life that was, to pick up all of my belongings, and bring them home. Home, where my husband lives, where my plants are slowly dying, and where my 15lb. dog takes up the whole couch. Home, where friends hold, celebrate, and laugh together. Home, where I get to be, move, change, and stay.

As 2025 has birthed itself all over us, I am not rushing into intentions, goals, or even hard plans. 

I am going to need a minute to just enjoy this breath! 

You know that feeling when you quickly go up some stairs and you feel overly winded at the top? Like you ran a mile and not just simply got to the second floor of a house.

That has been the last few years.

I’m choosing to chill here and enjoy the view for a bit. It has been a climb, let me tell you!

So, Happy New Year! I hope you follow your own rhythm and enjoy your view.