This spring we got overwhelmed, as if we were casually splashing and bobbing in the ocean and an unsuspecting giant wave came up and took us under. This spring I worked so much overtime and took on so much more at my jobs while my bosses/seniors had to step back. This spring I lost my voice and turns out that was a virus that lasted like a month. This spring Craig got sick again. This spring I had to quit volunteering at New Leaf which I'm still not happy about but I needed the margin in my week. This spring I watched the first three seasons of Queer Eye twice because it was just the right medicine. This spring also came with flowers, which was nice, and a birthday hike and an Easter walk, a visit from friends, a completed/passed board review, a quick lead in to a very good summer.
Today we've lived in Edinburgh for exactly years. If the first year was about adventure/adjustment, and the second was actively settling in, then year three was actually being settled. For me this was the year I stopped being homesick for DC. Not that I don't still love it there, but I rarely think about or compare the two anymore. The streets here are starting to have so many memories of their own. Each one reminds me of moments from different seasons I've had here and the different people I've been here. Craig says for him its the year he realized he wanted to stay. Not that we know if we can find a way to stay, but still. Its been a significant academic year for him too, and this next year will be more so. Unfortunately we were not in the most celebratory mood this morning. I don't know about you, but five months of relative isolation is where I hit a wall. I'm very much wired for the aloneness, but the lack of activity, adventure, and direction is wearing ...
"Choosing good things in 2013" was my motto that year, accompanied by 13 specific goals under that banner. I don't remember now what the exact goals were or how many I accomplished but they reflected both a habit and a value shift that had been developing for a little while. From this year on, all of my goals were various iterations of the same thing--continuing on with the habits that I'd picked up easily and improving on those which had been more difficult. Eventually I stopped making New Years goals, having more or less accomplished everything that must have been on that initial list, happy with the way I was living my life. My motto, if I were to call it that, for 2021 could be: one day at a time, one thing at a time. Looking any further ahead than that feels both pointless and disappointing. I'm finding it impossible to make plans and the reality of that depresses and frustrates me. So this year I want to learn to let the little things count--literally. I hav...
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