I’m back at my desk in the office and Tori is back at school, although Tori’s elaborate princess fort remains in one corner of my office. A bright reminder of two weeks of pleasant time with her.
It’s a new year, and a time to review and focus on what’s ahead. Frankly, all I feel like doing is laying my head down on the desk and taking a nap. New Year’s Eve saw me in the urgent care office, because I can’t get a normal cold – I escalate it to acute bronchitis and a sinus infection, naturally. So now I have that spacey and jittery feeling you get from steroids even as I feel physically better (if you don’t count coughing all night last night).
Plus my mom is still in the hospital. They are still running tests in an attempt to get a fucking diagnosis. She might get another MRI. She might need a minor surgery. She might move to rehab.
We just don’t know, and we are all – particularly my mom – exhausted with waiting. It feels like we’re all holding our breath.
Many of the bloggers I know are choosing a few words to describe their hopes for the year rather than do resolutions. I’d chosen “abundance” to be my word of the year; I hope to have abundance in all things, particularly in love and family and hope and joy.
That seems so far away from reality right now.
I’ll try to concentrate on the good things. I didn’t gain all my lost weight back over Christmas, and stayed grain free with the exception of Christmas Day itself. The work I have is great (although I’m seeking new projects, if you know anyone looking for a content creator/writer), and Tori is happy and healthy as can be. We managed to go out briefly for as long as my sick ass could stand for the Mummer’s parade, where I snapped the below adorable pic of my family. So that’s all good, right? How was your new year?