I’ve been reading a lot of articles lately about getting ‘back on track’ in January, starting cleanses, hitting the gym, starting the ‘good habits’ etc. In general, January is our collective ‘reset’ month.
This was my first January not feeling compelled by any of it. I started a lot of my consistent, good habits in March of 2016, and I came through the Christmas season without feeling overwhelming guilt or over-indulgence. Somewhere along my bike-riding and food-tracking journey, I started to not only listen to my body, but respect it. I know that when you say no to the cake or candy, or only eat the vegetables at a big holiday dinner, some people might interpret that as being ungrateful or rude. But in the spirit of my last blog post, I have reached a weird, zen state of self-worth. I prioritize taking care of myself. And I’m okay with that.
I didn’t even feel resentful through December, or as though I was depriving myself. I knew what my limits were, I knew what I needed to do to keep on an even keel. Riding the bike happens on Christmas Day in the same way it happens on a Wednesday night after work — because you choose to do it. Eating a balanced meal is the same. Munching on processed foods or potato chips is certainly easier than cooking dinner (even if you feel much worse for it in the long run). There are few things I like to do at the end of a long workday, and cooking and exercising certainly do not lead the list. So the hubs and I have come up with some meal hacks (mostly Wegman’s prepared meals and sushi) to get through the nights when cooking is absolutely not on the radar. We talk enthusiastically about meal planning, but we haven’t quite reached that point of utter organization.
Right now, we are in a quandary about what to do with our two spare rooms. Currently, one is set up as my home office, and the other is a library of sorts — but we call it Lucy’s room. We set up our guest room in the basement with the en suite bathroom and private entrance, so we don’t really need to make either of these rooms another bedroom. (Our guest count is fairly low anyway.) We have found that while we have lots of ideas of how to make them look great, the point is to make them both look great and be functional, and that is a true challenge. Since I am leaving my job in a few weeks, I’m not sure what my need for a fully functional home office will be moving forward, but even saying that, the way my current office is set up drives me bananas.
Right now I’m in a strange, mental purgatory. I know what I’ve left behind, but I don’t know exactly where I’m going yet. So it makes it challenging to plan. To make decisions about what we need/don’t need. I sit here, and between tapping away at the keys, I stare at the wall, wondering what my future holds, wondering what 2017 will bring for John and I. Last year was such a crazy year — amazing trips and time with family and friends. Football games, and dinners at delicious restaurants. Fire pits on our deck, and holiday parties. Settling into our new normal. I don’t think I could have guessed last January that in twelve months I would be leaving the job that helped us get to this place, a job I thought I’d do for years to come. That J + I would be staring down his second major surgery in less than two years. That chaos would be dominating every corner of our lives.
And in the face of all these changes, all these uncertainties, I have this bizarre calm at the center of my being. I know that we will be okay. I know that no matter what, we will pay our bills, and keep our house and our cars. We will continue to be able to feed ourselves and Lucy. We might not get back to Iceland this year, but we will go back. We will be okay.
And that’s what I hold onto when it all feels like it’s too much. I hold onto the knowledge that John and I have gotten through everything together. When our bank accounts were overdrawn and the credit collectors were calling non-stop. When we couldn’t afford to turn our heat on. When we couldn’t afford gas and groceries in the same week. We figured it out. We got it done. And we will continue to get it done. And I will continue to ride my bike in the garage, and eat spiralized zucchini and sweet potatoes. And we will be okay.