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I've been undergoing something of a personal metamorphosis.
I suppose it started with the job. Finally having a job that agrees with one so wholeheartedly is life changing. The work is fascinating, even if it's hard. My boss and I are like two peas in a pod. Between vacations and a bout of strep throat for Eve, I didn't see my boss for three weeks and I actually really missed her. The feeling was obviously mutual because she brought in a bag of coffee for me -- remembering to make sure it was decaf.
I've had two haircuts since February, each better than the last. My hair has honestly never looked this good.
I've started dressing better, wearing make-up and jewelry. I've lost 10 pounds without trying.
I've put the writing career on hold.
My house is clean -- I've discovered I'm actually an almost obsessed neat-nick and not the lazy slob I grew up thinking I was.
My relationships with my husband and kid are both flourishing. Maybe it's the stage Eve has reached, but I feel like we're actually communicating like people and not just appeasing the beastly child. She's funny and sweet and having just spent a week with her at the ocean, I'm happy to say I still feel that way.
Tomorrow, I'm beginning a journey I started when I made a birthday resolution -- so much more meaningful than a New Year's Resolution I think. I'm going to start taking better care of myself, starting with a long overdue visit to the dentist.
It should be scaring the pants off of me, since, even though you probably can't tell, my teeth are a wreck. There's going to be a lot of work involved, but instead of freaking out, I'm excited. I won't have to contort my smile to mask the worst of my teeth. I'll be able to eat without worrying about the repercussions. It will remove so much worry from my life, I can't even express it adequately.
Anyway, after that is begun, other doctor appointments will follow -- a full physical, the only slightly overdue GYN visit, an appointment with a dermatologist.
I realized this week that part of what is driving this is my father. When he was 45 years old, he discovered that he'd waited too long to go to a doctor and died a scant 7 months later. He'd just gotten a promotion and was supposed to be on the road to making a better life for himself and his family and it all went wrong.
This is why I freak out about any good thing that comes my way -- will I really get to enjoy it?
Anyway, this is where I've been. I can't promise I'll be any better at being communicative or in touch. But I've got a lot of work to do, so I hope it's understandable, to some extent.
I suppose it started with the job. Finally having a job that agrees with one so wholeheartedly is life changing. The work is fascinating, even if it's hard. My boss and I are like two peas in a pod. Between vacations and a bout of strep throat for Eve, I didn't see my boss for three weeks and I actually really missed her. The feeling was obviously mutual because she brought in a bag of coffee for me -- remembering to make sure it was decaf.
I've had two haircuts since February, each better than the last. My hair has honestly never looked this good.
I've started dressing better, wearing make-up and jewelry. I've lost 10 pounds without trying.
I've put the writing career on hold.
My house is clean -- I've discovered I'm actually an almost obsessed neat-nick and not the lazy slob I grew up thinking I was.
My relationships with my husband and kid are both flourishing. Maybe it's the stage Eve has reached, but I feel like we're actually communicating like people and not just appeasing the beastly child. She's funny and sweet and having just spent a week with her at the ocean, I'm happy to say I still feel that way.
Tomorrow, I'm beginning a journey I started when I made a birthday resolution -- so much more meaningful than a New Year's Resolution I think. I'm going to start taking better care of myself, starting with a long overdue visit to the dentist.
It should be scaring the pants off of me, since, even though you probably can't tell, my teeth are a wreck. There's going to be a lot of work involved, but instead of freaking out, I'm excited. I won't have to contort my smile to mask the worst of my teeth. I'll be able to eat without worrying about the repercussions. It will remove so much worry from my life, I can't even express it adequately.
Anyway, after that is begun, other doctor appointments will follow -- a full physical, the only slightly overdue GYN visit, an appointment with a dermatologist.
I realized this week that part of what is driving this is my father. When he was 45 years old, he discovered that he'd waited too long to go to a doctor and died a scant 7 months later. He'd just gotten a promotion and was supposed to be on the road to making a better life for himself and his family and it all went wrong.
This is why I freak out about any good thing that comes my way -- will I really get to enjoy it?
Anyway, this is where I've been. I can't promise I'll be any better at being communicative or in touch. But I've got a lot of work to do, so I hope it's understandable, to some extent.