My birthday is in a couple of weeks. I'm turning 37. And of all the things I'm grateful for, I'm most grateful for this: that I'm so much better at letting myself have things that make me happy.
Things are a bit of a mess around here right now. Spring is a little messy for me anyway. (Exhibits here and here.) It isn't my best season. Add on a couple of extra things, like, oh, I don't know, a TEDx talk, and I'm about an inch of dark chocolate away from a meltdown.
I don't usually tell people I'm a prepper. In fact I often say the opposite. But of course I was born the child of a prepper. I'm grandfathered into prepper-dom. I'm a born prepper.
Right now I'm feeling it's completely glorious that there are so many people of like mind in the world.
I always get a little wild in my chest this time of year, like there's a caged bird in there.
We got plumb tired over the last couple of weeks. I decided the most of the problem was the electric light. And I wasn't wrong.
I pick a word, at the beginning of every year, to set a tone and a path and an adventure for the year. There's a community of people who do this, the #oneword365 folks, except everyone's joking about whether or not this year we have to be #oneword366, because of the leap year.
Here’s how it is. There is a lot of noise. There is running, and yelling, and also there is running and yelling at the same time. Also, singing that is fairly indistinguishable from the yelling.
I'm overdue for an update! Here's what's been happening around here the last few weeks.
This is the season of spilling things, knocking things over, bumping into things.
This summer will be known for me as the summer of people. I haven't connected so fully with so many people since I got broken and ran away from them all. People in Atlanta. People here at our yurt. People who know where I live.
We raise our frame t.o.m.o.r.r.o.w. We are overachievers (mostly I'm talking about Nick, there) enough to have everything ready. And I can quote Nick saying, "My joinery pretty much rocks." But oh, this life. She throws wrenches in the works.