Every so often I get sick, but not sick sick, just enough to feel puny and keep doing everything like normal but it feels like everything I’m doing is moving through bad free continental breakfast oatmeal. When I’m low energy, low motivation, I just feel off. Today is the first day this week that I feel normal again: very happy to be in a healthy body and able to think and feel normally again. So I’m grateful for the return of my baseline, which is high and happy.
I write this after a yoga class from a coffee shop. I have already been awake for 6 hours and it’s barely noon. How life has changed.
Over the first few weeks of 2026, there’s much to be grateful for, not the least of which is also the health and happiness of my incredible six-month-old baby! She’s the best. I’m so lucky.
Also grateful for:
Morning walks in colder weather. We—which is sometimes me and Sanne and sometimes me and Bob—have been getting out for a first light walk every day, and because Sanne hasn’t been sleeping well, it’s truly been first light. Grateful for that, if not the hourly wakeups throughout the night.
And working on:
Embracing a softer season everywhere, including my drive for workouts. Prioritizing time with the baby over a yoga class is just a season, and what a glorious season it is when I let go of any “shoulds” about working out or how my postpartum body should look.
[Edited to add: I was very pleased at yoga to still be “good”. Perhaps “better” than most of the people in the room. Better how? At following instructions? Breathing? Depth of pose? Probably all of the above, but I can tell you I was in the zone and happy as hell, and while some of it had to do with the sheer joy of moving my body, surely some of it had to do with my pesky ego feeling validated that despite my changing body I am still fit as a motherf ;)]
Lastly, I’m so grateful for our new windows because it’s the best to open them and let the cold, fresh air in!