First, confession time: I AM EXHAUSTED. Of course I am! I bought a house! And I furnished the whole thing, and painted the floors and some walls, and built bookshelves and furniture, and started up gardening like it’s not another whole hobby, and I have to find a handyman, and also realized that I forgot to take my car to the mechanic in 2016 (oops) so now on top of the short-term financial crunch of buying a house (which I planned for) I also have a few car expenses that should not be deferred. Isn’t it exhausting just READING that?
But I remind myself, daily, that “grace periods” are a real thing, and that I am living in one, which means I need to show myself a lot of grace. And if I’m being stubborn and not offering it, I need to TAKE it from myself.
What that looks like right now is paying a lot of attention to my energy and anxiety levels. Not scheduling too much on weeknights so that I have the option to climb into bed at 9:30pm (which is what I did last night). But also, remembering that I’m not an introvert, so being alone in a quiet house for a whole weekend isn’t exactly going to refill my tank.
I made a list of things that bring me joy, and it included: being outside (preferably among trees or near calm water), having good conversations with people who know me (aka people I can be my honest self around), moving my body so I don’t feel like a lump, cooking and eating good food, bringing people into my home (sharing what I have as a form of celebration/gratitude).
Turns out I managed to accomplish all of those things this last weekend, in ADDITION to holding a newborn, which is something that brings me much joy but isn’t on my default list (since the availability of newborns isn’t something I can predict/control).
Here are some photos from my house, in the prepared-for-company state, plus some lovely views on a Sunday morning hike.
I pushed the dining table against a wall to maximize space for mingling.
These photos are merely proof that I am still capable of baking delicious things.