Some months really have the effect of reflecting back over their days and feeling like they themselves lasted a year. This month has been one of those...
Like many, I began the month with goals and plans. I set off January pretty proactively, despite still feeling under the weather. While there were things I put off until I felt better, for the most part I forged forward. One of the lessons that this month held for me what that I am not guaranteed to feel better, no matter how many “right things” I do to ensure it. (thanks, January! You’re a pal.) My list, written in terrible script on my kitchen chalkboard, looked like this…
- get set up with a trainer and ready to get back into a fitness center routine.
- reorganize my spice storage.
- jump back in to The Collective podcast stuff, after a couple of months off.
- make progress writing on my memoir.
- learn to do something new.
- make a pot of homemade soup and a loaf of scratch, crusty bread.
- establish a weekly evening tradition.
- continue adjusting to my husband’s non-traveling schedule.
I could write it a third time, but I still feel like it wouldn’t be enough. There are so many quippy things that one can say about “best laid plans”.
- I DID! (even feeling crappy!) And it was great, until said trainer had me do an exercise that I felt strongly I should not do. I pulled a muscle, caused major stress to my (bad, seemingly 80-year-old) hip. Good times…
- I’m sure you’ve seen Marie Kondo’s show on Netflix. While this was already a (desperately needed) goal, her show made me come face to face with the realization that how I had my tiny little cottage kitchen set up was NOT working. I was avoiding it because I felt helpless about how to fix it. Too much stuff/too little space, but try as we might, C and I could not get rid of anything else. We’d downsized so significantly and what remained was essential. It was a bleak 10 day attack. Stress and frustration became my new kitchen decor theme, (shout out to any of you 90’s young homemakers and the need to have a “theme”) and my husband began scripting funny comedy sessions about the ever evolving state of the kitchen. I insta-storied my low moments… It was truly, truly bad. But guess what? My spices are the best their going to get and the entire kitchen really is MUCH better.
- done and done! We trouble shot some technical things, I connected with other podcasters. We started a Patreon and are REALLY excited about what’s down the road!
- I did. Not as much as I’d hoped, but I am really proud of what I did put to paper.
- FAIL. EPIC FAIL.
- Done. Winter and soup are really the perfect couple. Well, and fresh, crusty bread plays a part, so I guess perhaps the perfect thruple?
- For the month of January we settled on Fridays and began the routine of unplugging, grabbing carry-out for dinner and renting a movie. We LOVED it… Will it continue? I think so, at least on the Fridays we can.
- You would be surprised how actually difficult this is…
So, there you go… a little account of my significantly flawed person, in this odd little month.
My truly biggest January lesson/revelation was that while I felt significantly depressed pretty often, I wasn’t alone. I would utter those words to a friend, and hear an emphatic agreement that they too were feeling depressed. This happened several times, and I was surprised, comforted and a little less heavy with each occurrence. It is a little ironic that the very idea of being bravely transparent and then accepting that you aren’t alone is the premise behind my podcast and yet, here I am going WOW! This REALLY works!
This month I read several books, but the book that I really connected with the most was In Pieces, by Sally Field. Truly raw and transparent pages chronicling not only the highest and the darkest moments of her life, but also her own flawed perceptions and reactions. Never soapboxing, Sally simply shares her truths. It was a brave undertaking, and it resonates.
A few things that I unexpectedly fell a little in love with, this month, were the American version of The Masked Singer on Fox, (I am actually pretty good at guessing, and their masks did NOT give me the nightmares I feared, so this is a win!); the film Juliet, Naked, (which I really, really loved and did not expect to even like it!) and this recipe for sheet pan shrimp fajitas. (I thought it would be ok, but we both loved it so much! It was so easy and so delicious!)
The only thing that didn’t really work this month, (other than my continued pursuit of cold medicine, and my waste-of-time new (now ex) physician) was that, in an effort to connect with other women locally, I bought a ticket for a ridiculous book club. The price seemed so extreme ($29) but the original description had made it seem like it came with the book, tapas & beverages at the venue (wine and craft coffee beverages) and so I thought it was worth a try. I received the book in the mail, (not a super great book and seriously the length of a pamphlet) and a little note talking about the food and beverages costing extra. I emailed the organizer to clarify my confusion and it was true, the ticket price simply included the book and (her words) the privilege of coming. Hmmm.
Wasted my time reading the book, wasted my money and decided I simply didn’t want to go waste my time at the actual meeting so I skipped it. You win some, you lose some. This was a definite lose…
How did your January play out? Did it pair nicely with your own goals?
What were your bests? (and equally important, was there something you tried that simply did not work?)
2 thoughts on “The darkness and the spice…”
Flawed? I think not. You’re a hero to me, and to everyone who reads your inspiring, uplifting words. And Marie Kondo can go take a flying leap.
As for my January, you get (ahem!) an original sonnet. Be warned.
Mayhem is my manner,
chaos is my creed;
rebellion is my banner,
and I don’t care what you need.
I’m in the battle of my life
and devil take the laggard;
but I was built for pain and strife,
and Satan’s looking haggard.
Cancer’s changed my outlook
and lymphoma shares my bed;
no learning this from a book,
but I’ll have the enemy’s head.
I can only preserve that which is dear
by charging down the guns – NO FEAR.
You are so kind. Thank you for your affirming words! And I appreciate the sonnet summing up your month! Your courage and perspective always amaze me, stripping my emotions bare and leaving me grateful!