The weather has been so weird this weekend, so very un-December like. Warm and windy. So much wind. Raining like it was spring. Today I worked outside in a t-shirt, cleaning up the pile of broken glass that was, until Saturday morning, the top pane of our storm door, which smacked against the side of the front porch and shattered due to the aforementioned wind.
We took Friday off work to have a spa day. A simple enough sentence to write, but something we’d been trying to make happen since seemingly forever. Because of dog health stuff we’ve had to reschedule a couple of times this year. I’ve actually had a gift card that Jess got me for Christmas 2019 and which I’ve never had a chance to use (for obvious reasons). It wasn’t until we were in the car heading to the spa that I said out loud, “Hey, I think we’re actually going to do this.” And we did: massages, facials, and pedicures. It was expensive and amazing, and totally worth it.
When the pedicurist began working on me, she asked me, in a joking/challenging tone, did I want color? I said sure, let’s go with black. She suggested a different color. Our compromise was High Waisted Jeans.
I also had four cranberry mimosas in between services, and felt like a million bucks by the time we left.
Then yesterday I went to a belated Friendsgiving, delayed because of illness and — surprise, surprise — dog health stuff. I saw people I hadn’t seen since early summer, ate delicious food, drank too much the perfect amount of red wine, and laughed more than I have a while. It was a loud, magnificent time and so very much needed.
This was the most active weekend I’ve had in months, and it felt so good to be out in the world, amongst people. I would say one of my goals for 2022 is to do more of it, more being out in the world, but it feels more urgent to me than just a goal — more of an exigency. A thing I must do, for so many reasons but mostly because it will make me happy, and in 2022 “do shit that will make me happy” will be a top priority of mine.
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