It’s my birthday this weekend and I am all dressed up with nowhere to go. Last year Joe took me to Detroit for a weekend away. We toured the Edsel Ford house, ate a fantastic dinner and had a weekend alone to do whatever we wanted. When we celebrated Joe’s birthday in quarantine I thought this whole thing would be wrapped up by November and we could celebrate our birthdays together. However we felt it best to skip the hotel and brunch hopping this year and go for a little plane ride (weather pending) and take advantage of the rare 60 degree weekend in November and get the farm ready for the arrival of my green house.
2021 is going to be ridiculous with all of the make up trips and dates and dinners we have on our “to do list” I’m sure we’re not the only ones.
Turning 34 this year is weird. It’s another year of my “early thirties” gone and they just seem to be flying by. As odd as 2020 has been it sure has been going fast. I’m not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing?
33 has definitely been a year of growth and I am anxious to see what 34 brings. Back in March it was a hard hit on the breaks for slowing down. I got to spend three weeks solo with my son at home and then another 2 months at home with just the three of us. It was a hard shock to the system again when things started to open back up and our bubble expanded and then now closing back up as things continue to change here yet again.
I think year 33 has ultimately taught me how hard change is. Not only one change but multiple rapid fire changes day after day week after week. It has been a year of both rest and keeping on your toes as you don’t know what tomorrows rules, case counts, restrictions and findings will be.
It’s been a year of scrappyness, Is that a word? When daycares and schools closed, the shop closed, the restaurants closed, we almost ran out of toilet paper, working from home started… it was a lesson on being scrappy with your resources as well as your time (we had just enough toilet paper). (thank God).
Humans, especially children are resilient and as we head forward to a quiet season I am most grateful for the health of my family, friends and coworkers.
We might not be going to Detroit or Nashville but I’m still going to find a way to sneak in some tulle and sequins this weekend. Even if it is to walk out to my yard and check the progress of my greenhouse.
This year has been tough. I’ve never felt so much conflicting anxiety and peace in my entire life. I feel though that as we head through the tunnel of winter the light is on the other side. 34 is going to be great. I can feel it.
I’m grateful you are all here. Thank you for keeping this blog alive over the past eleven years.
You made 33 pretty great.