It’s the last Wednesday of 2025, and I’m not going to lie… I’m feeling great right now!
I just got back from the gym. I’m enjoying some protein yogurt with fruit and chia seeds, and after I write and post this, I’ll be spending New Year’s with The Husband and our friends for dinner. We will, however, head home early to take down the Christmas decorations before midnight.
It’s the night before the night before Christmas, and this is, by far, my favorite day of the holiday season, even though this year it’s a little bittersweet.
The Husband is off playing tennis. Ry is working. Ev is up in his room gaming with his friends. Me? I’m alone, baking, listening to music, and wondering how time moved this fast.
There are a lot of big feelings I’m having a hard time expressing, so I think I’m going to cut this post short and take Marsh for a walk.
But first, the result of my baking!
First, I cannot believe this is my 50th post of the year! My plan to reclaim my little corner of the internet has been a complete success.
Second, the reason I’m just “popping in” is becuase I’m about to check off #14 on the list below and embark on a weekend I planned to celebrate The Husband turning 50!
I am trying to hold my shit together at the moment and failing miserably.
It’s finals week. Audacious students are grade-grubbing. I’m feverishly reviewing projects while trying to get a January class prepped. And every single day, I seem to have a handful of meetings that could have been handled via email.
I’m writing this from my hotel room in Daytona, Florida, the day after competing in my last weightlifting event as a 45–49-year-old athlete.
I have to admit, I’ve been completely preoccupied with this event all week and almost forgot my weekly blog post (which I’m taking as a positive because I’ve really been in the moment down here).
But while lying in bed at 4 a.m. staring at the ceiling (as one does in menopause), it hit me. I smiled, initially happy to be so present for a change, and then laughed when I realized it was only Saturday and I still had time to post before the end of the week. So here I am, writing in the middle of the night, listening to the ocean and seagulls outside.
(I’m gonna pause, take a deep breath, and take that in for a moment.)