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.
At the start of February, we went to Inverness to celebrate Craig completing his second major paper, and to explore a place we'd only traveled through before. Inverness is a bit of a hub into the highlands--there are lots of cool places you can visit nearby or by traveling through. We'd been through before on our way to Skye. This time we took a bus from Inverness to Culloden Battlefield, the site of last battle of the Jacobite Rising, where the Jacobites were ultimately defeated. We also strolled down the streets and canals of Inverness browsed their museums and the world's best used bookstore, and consumed lots of pizza and craft beer (that's really all it takes to make me happy.) The train ride there rolling through snow covered hills was actually one of my favorite parts of the trip. Who knew we'd get to see so much snow in Edinburgh a month later?
"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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