I find it hard to deal with the fact that Mom was fine up until the time she found the lump. Living her life with no idea that this was brewing, and no outward sign of sickness. Cancer can quietly creep along as you lead a full and healthy-seeming life.
Well screw that. More like, "Cancer patient, but make it fashion!" We decided not to let her do it alone. (What, you think I'd let her have all of those "Borg queen" vibes herself?)
Although it is up to my mom to choose what she will and won’t incorporate into her life, the good vibes and the well-wishes do matter. Everyone rallying around her matters. Talking to people who have had cancer and conquered it...all of it matters. It matters to us, but most of all, it matters to my mom.
I was driving the other day when my offspring, now nearly an adult, asked a very interesting question. “Do you have any New Year’s Resolutions, mom?” I responded by explaining...yes and no. (Poor kid.) I said that I don’t necessarily believe that new Year's resolutions will stick, and I said that I think that for... Continue Reading →
I don’t begrudge anyone who wants to celebrate Christmas early this year. You want two whole months of homey good vibes? After the year this planet has had? Go right ahead. Sing all 13 syllables of a proper “Gloooooooooria” at full belt as you trim your tree, and keep sipping eggnog until 2021 is well and truly in.
The first time I took a jump rope outside I was absolute garbage. Tripping on the rope. Thwacking myself in the back of the head with it. I marveled that so many small children can master this with ease.
I began to get the idea that even if I worked like crazy, I wasn't exactly a favourite to win. The effect of this was that it really helped to solidify the idea that I had that I was some kind of underdog. I already knew that I wasn’t a cookie-cutter pretty soprano. Now it was becoming clear that I didn’t have the “right” family background either.
But like, it’s a pandemic, not a fun little experiment in telework. Therefore, I am reminded that I must cut myself some slack. The news and reality of what is happening in the world weighs on my soul, just like I’m sure it does for everyone else. I was wrong to assume that I could corral my life into a tightly orchestrated routine.
I miss the gym. I’m one of those nerdy kids who discovered fitness late, and then became addicted. I started running, and I got so into it that I eventually ran a marathon. I love weight lifting so much that I once did a bikini competition. I’ve worked at two different (very different) gyms. I’ve... Continue Reading →
It’s so poetic and counterintuitive that there is freedom to be found in structure. Weird to say, but I guess I like structure. I like having a morning routine to set me to rights, and a night routine to put myself to bed. These things can become indispensable companions in a world that’s topsy turvy.