It’s been Another Week, hasn’t it? and I’m not gonna talk about all the things I’m sure y’all are tired of reading about, hearing about, talking about, and maybe even thinking about. except to say that I’m really glad Marc is retired because he now he has a full-time job talking me off the ledge. I will say – he’s good at it. On our walk this morning, he talked about this blog post (later he forwarded me the text). It’s good. and of course I was in tears by the time I reached the end:
“I have the capacity to be patient and forgiving. I can be slow to anger and quick to forgive. I can be both the angel and the blade of grass. And on my best days — and sometimes even on my worst — I can be more than a blade of grass; I can be the bonsai who survives and thrives.” ~ Mayim Bialik
(her post about Rosh Hashanah was lovely, too. yes, I’m following her now.)
I love the part about “on my best days” … and about surviving and thriving. Here’s how I did that – yep, both, this week:
Tennis!!! oh my, y’all. where has this sport been these past 200 days?
I had my second tennis lesson on Tuesday morning. and I realized after it was done that it was a full hour of Not Thinking about Things. I was 100%+ focused on the swing, my feet, the ball, … way more things than I probably should’ve been thinking about, but still. Not That. I can get out on the court and swing my racquet.
Thanks to Kendra (@thelazygenius), I am now on board with at-home manicures. polish. the works. I can polish my own nails.
I can run. I can move my body to make her stronger. more resilient. healthier. (faster!)
Of course I can knit. and I’ve added a few more rounds since this photo.
and I can read.
I’ve enjoyed every bit of this book and highly recommend it to y’all.
I can … such powerful words … and yes, perhaps full of privilege, but also of hope. and faith. I can. we can.
Another week means another weekend. enjoy it the best way you can. be well. xxoo.