Nope. It’s not “farting,” read it again.
I’m kidding, of course, but it gave me a laugh.
Anyway, if you don’t know what a Penny Farthing is, I’m about to share some knowledge I gained all because of my recently turned 15-year-old son.
I thought a few days away at The Arnold would be refreshing. Instead, I’m in full zombie mode, and I hate it.
I feel like I’m moving through the world with no purpose. Okay, that’s a bit dramatic, but you know what? This is my blog, so I’m going to throw myself a pity party.
I came across a quote that completely stopped me in my tracks. It not only inspired me to paint, but it sent me down a rabbit hole into poetry, which is not something I regularly read.
The quote is:
It’s Survivor day, so I and squishing this in while making dinner!
The Husband and I have been waiting for this all damn winter. We love having something to look forward to watching together midweek… and now we have pickleball, too!
I am in the same boat as last week. I literally do not have the capacity to do what I want to do with these weekly blog posts and revisit all my goals. Even thinking about it feels like too much.
Much like that flat tire I had to deal with yesterday.
I’m giving myself some grace today and not updating my goal list this week. It’s just too much for me to wrap my head around.
Working backwards, here’s what I can remember about the last week.
Two weeks ago, I mentioned that I was dealing with some hip issues that were starting to get me down. I was trying to be optimistic, but I really haven’t been able to train or lift pain-free for weeks.
I finally saw a physical therapist and spoke with an athletic trainer who lifts at my gym, and I am happy to report that progress has been made!
I’m popping in a day late this week. Between the snow, ice, start of the semester, and everything happening in our country right now, I had a lot on my mind.
I’ve never been one to discuss my politics publicly. To be frank, I don’t feel particularly qualified or equipped to weigh in on politics.
We’ve normalized having loud opinions without the knowledge, context, or facts to back them up. Or worse yet, we ignore those facts and spew nonsense anyway.
My areas of expertise are technology, wellness, cooking, goal-achieving, and the thing I’m doubling down on: teaching.
It has been a week!
Work is in full gear as I get ready for the start of the Spring semester, while I help my Winter session students wrap up their quick semester.
They are calling for a massive snowstorm this weekend, so the first day, if not the first week of classes, is going to be interesting, to say the least.
The title of my post refers to my frustration with my weightlifting training. Actually, it’s more about my body than my training.
Phew, it’s been quite a workweek, and it’s only Wednesday.
This isn’t a busy badge of honor post. I promise. I’m not looking for sympathy or a pat on the back. It is just a busy time of year for me as I prepare for the semester while teaching a winter session course and attending all the required meetings this month.
That said, I’m finding busy to be an attractive distraction right now. It offers a bit of relief from the current state of affairs.