There were many ways I saw this year ending: me having broken in my badass new skis over Christmas in Park City, me booking a last-minute tip to Tahoe or Mammoth to capitalize on the insane 10-foot dumps of snow northern Cal has received, me taking a silly Taos-Santa Fe trip on a semi-PJ, even me staying in town catching up on work taking care of small things around the house doing yoga and then hosting a fancy dinner party before heading to house parties … none of these scenarios involved me lazing on the couch for an entire week, crushing TV shows and books in equal measure, sleeping 10+ hours a night, drinking green juice like it’s my job, and suffering from body aches from NOT moving as opposed to from throwing around heavy weights.
But, I am grateful for this week of rest and reset, grateful that my surgery was successful and recovery relatively easy so far if frustratingly slow.
I am grateful for my family, for my dad’s morning latte deliveries and my mom’s afternoon take-care-of-everything stop-bys (sorry again about the disposal…) and a baby neph snuggling his immobile aunt. For the laziest Christmas ever and a fam that was content to just hang.
I am grateful for so many continued texts, DMs, phone calls and check-ins, well wishes and people telling me how strong I am (why thanks).
I am grateful you can pay people to bring you pretty much anything from green juice to Texans pool noodles to sparkly tops, that Nali’s walks had already slowed down to almost negligible so the dog guilt doesn’t eat me up inside, that I presciently bought a 10-foot phone charger for the living room couch.
I am grateful for loving to read and loving to write, in my journal and this blog, grateful that perhaps finally this blog is maybe fixed? (I am hedging because I am now exceptionally superstitious about telling y’all this…)
I am grateful for this week. What a week. I am grateful for 2021. What a year.