Promise

Friday morning, on the verge of Spring, brims with promises. A weekend ahead, renewal on the horizon. A new Season coming. Warm air  flowing behind cold air, blossoms everywhere; yellow and white and pink, early yet but promising more. 

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//this image isn't me, but it totally could be. chick has on my fav shirt. EVER. //

Friday morning. One last work day. Anything possible, the week finished, full. Today is tying up loose ends, preparing for plans in the days ahead. 

Dinner dates and times with friends. Time with family. Enjoying the little, mundane moments life offers. Finding the joy in each action. Being intentional with each moment. Wasting not one moment. 

A water bottle full of clear liquid, lemons floating, soaking and flavoring. 

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Clean[er] eating is not  without challenges; it is also not without rewards. Each day becomes easier as my body feels better. Less fatigue, less bloat, less pain all adds up to more happiness. 

I look forward to this Spring, this new season in the year and in my body. Eager anticipation rises as I meet more goals and make great strides in finding balance within moderation. I look forward to today and all the tomorrows that I hope are to come. 

Happy Friday. Happy [almost] Spring. 

It's the Week End (almost): FLASH DANCE, YO!

I am so insanely ready for the weekend, which is typical for this time on a Friday afternoon. Well, even for this time on a Monday, really....

My mom and I are going to see Flash Dance at the Fabulous Fox on Sunday, and other than some anxiety over leaving my girl on the weekend, I'm super stoked. The tickets were free so I couldn't really pass up the chance to go see it, ya know. I can't wait!  It's such an iconic 80s flick and such an embodiment of the period.  The movie has been viewed this week via Netflix just to refresh my memory since it's been such a long time since I saw it. And I may have my Pandora set to the flash dance channel right now. Possibly. 

It's really out of my comfort zone to go see a show without my husband these days. And it's even more out of my comfort zone to leave the girl on a weekend, for any amount of time. I've actually had a lot of anxiety over leaving my girl lately. We're starting to talk about pre-school and I think that has just put my nerves more on edge than normal. I know that she'll enjoy interacting with other kids and learning new things. I know keeping her at home forever isn't feasible at all but I can't stop myself from wishing it was. As I rejoice in watching her grow up, I'm still saddened by the idea of losing my baby. Reality is that I'm not losing her and that she's just transforming, but try telling my mama heart that, would ya? I just want to stay home with her forever and be hermits. I would really like to be a hermit sometimes. It seems very safe.

I like being safe. But living life isn't always safe. Sometimes, you have to step out of your comfort zone and hold on for the ride. Andplusalso, I think it's important for me to make an effort to do fun things with my mom, and spend time with her in general. I hope that one day my daughter will do the same for me.