I would like a Year of the Nurse re-do, please, because 2020 sure wasn’t it.
My boss often says, Don’t listen to your instincts. Obey them.
My instincts told me this weekend’s trip would be too much for us — too hard, too cold, too rainy. I hadn’t meal prepped in time. I hadn’t checked the weather enough. It was all true. We came back a day early, because this time I didn’t just have to listen to my instincts… I had to obey them.
Made it less than half of the distance I’d hoped today; was served one gorgeous view and a heaping helping of humility.
The peonies have begun to bloom. I love my life.
Today I moved into my new office. Humbled, excited, ready. Grateful.
We hiked somewhere around eight miles today, followed by a three-hour drive home with pizza and This American Life. There are days like these when everyone mostly gets along, blisters and all, and I grind the words “get after grateful” down deeply down into my bones for the next hard day.
It’s surprisingly easy to talk about folks, especially women, who broke down and went crazy or had a full-on meltdown or flew off the handle. It’s a heck of a lot harder to discuss the slow boil that eventually became too hot to bear, and the ways in which we might have, accidentally or not, helped to turn up the heat.