Looking back on the week.
Reduced eating paired with reduced sodium intake and the stress of new curveballs have caused me to lose 10lbs.
As I’m recovering from my latest panic attack, I’ve become better at not being overly emotional when it comes to the curveballs. But I did have a safe moment of being able to cry a little because something was bottled that tightly.
I’ve spent more time outside this week than I have the first eight months of this year.
I dove back into cooking at home, something I’ve greatly missed but haven’t had the passion for lately.
Even with a slightly smaller paycheck, I still have fun money left over should I suddenly get the itch to go out and have some rewarding me time.
I’ve seen numerous moths, butterflies, hummingbirds, and lizards cross my path, several beautifully invading my personal space awakening my inner child in the sweetest of ways.
I’m working on dismantling the coding others have used to program me over the years so that I can create a new coding that leans more on the beauty of the truths I’m still trying to accept in order to serve my own happiness and wellbeing better.
I’ve smiled. A lot. Laugh a lot. Danced quite a bit. Even skipped to my car to feel like I was starting to become the pre-cancer version of me that I longed to be again.
In short, despite the tests given I’ve loved more than I ever thought I could again and it’s brought life back into my soul in a way that is so…sigh. Indescribable.
Not all weeks will be this monumental. It’s simply not possible as life will continue to through the tests and curveballs out there in an attempt to balance things out. But at least this one was. And I’m going to hang onto its light for the rest of my days. It was too beautiful not to give it that rewarding endurance.
As I’m recovering from my latest panic attack, I’ve become better at not being overly emotional when it comes to the curveballs. But I did have a safe moment of being able to cry a little because something was bottled that tightly.
I’ve spent more time outside this week than I have the first eight months of this year.
I dove back into cooking at home, something I’ve greatly missed but haven’t had the passion for lately.
Even with a slightly smaller paycheck, I still have fun money left over should I suddenly get the itch to go out and have some rewarding me time.
I’ve seen numerous moths, butterflies, hummingbirds, and lizards cross my path, several beautifully invading my personal space awakening my inner child in the sweetest of ways.
I’m working on dismantling the coding others have used to program me over the years so that I can create a new coding that leans more on the beauty of the truths I’m still trying to accept in order to serve my own happiness and wellbeing better.
I’ve smiled. A lot. Laugh a lot. Danced quite a bit. Even skipped to my car to feel like I was starting to become the pre-cancer version of me that I longed to be again.
In short, despite the tests given I’ve loved more than I ever thought I could again and it’s brought life back into my soul in a way that is so…sigh. Indescribable.
Not all weeks will be this monumental. It’s simply not possible as life will continue to through the tests and curveballs out there in an attempt to balance things out. But at least this one was. And I’m going to hang onto its light for the rest of my days. It was too beautiful not to give it that rewarding endurance.
46-50, F
