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As I sat around thinking about blogging topics this week, I realized it has been a while since I have checked in with my mental health. Some weeks, moments of anxiety and/or stress force me to consider my emotions, but the last few weeks have been pleasantly anxiety free. In fact, it's been two months since I wrote this post after finding myself in a not so great mood one morning. So what's the difference between then and now? Did my negative emotions simply disappear?
It's my birthday week! It's also looking like this unusually cold and rainy weather is finally moving on, just in time for a glorious holiday weekend. I hope you have plans which include being outdoors and grilling, we certainly do. It's been way too long since I've posted a weekly menu. This is mostly because my schedule got crazy (see the last menu post for details), so our lunches and dinners relied heavily on quick salads, eggs, and canned tuna/salmon. I have nothing against these things, they just don't make for very interesting blogging. But fear not! My kitchen is back in action, plus...STRAWBERRIES!
Over the past four years my family and I have gathered biannually in New York City to watch my youngest brother's dance performances. Jesse (you can read his guest post here) has been pursuing his BFA in Ballet from Marymount Manhattan College, and will be graduating this weekend. While supporting Jesse has been the primary purpose of these trips, they have also served as precious family time. We've all grown older and moved away from home, so finding time for all five (now seven) of us to get together is more difficult. As Jesse's college dance career comes to a close, I have been reflecting on my family's time getting to know a city as regular tourists, which I believe has been a unique opportunity; "next time" was always an option.
It's taken me a while to finish this post. I have been thinking about it for weeks, but have struggled to translate my experience into words. I don't want this to sound like a lecture or research paper, and I certainly don't want to sound too preachy. I think I know what writers block feels like now; maybe I need an editor.
So where should I even begin? I think I may just have to start with my medical history because there is no way to understand how I ended up laying on a table, almost naked, with needles tapped into all sorts of places (did I mention I hate needles?) without it.
If you are reading this, we are now close friends because only my close friends know this much about my inner workings.
It's the most wonderful time of the year (you know how the song goes). The cold, chilly, winter weather finally got the hint, the sun is shining at full force, and Passover has begun; the holiday where we retell the story of the Jew's exodus from Egypt. I equate my feelings about Passover with the excitement little children feel on Christmas morning. I started prepping weeks in advance by cleaning the kitchen, separating out the not Kosher for Passover (K for P) food, making daily trips to the grocery store for specialty items, and cooking up a storm to make sure we have delicious meals for the week.
A few weeks ago I wrote about my (at the time) bold move to donate a large pile of clothing that no longer fit for various reasons. I felt empowered after deciding to rid my closet of my body shaming demons; holding on to pants no longer working for my body encouraged negative thinking. In many ways my boldness worked, but it was not a cure. I held on to one pair or shorts, a favorite pair I bought at a consignment store last summer (perfect length, and already worn-in softness). I kept hoping the button would easily come together as I remembered, but guess what? It still doesn't.
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