Hello Blog, my old friend. It has been a number of weeks since I wrote last. Surgeries and recovery and selling Dad’s house and all. It has been a little consuming on the mental front. Today is my first full week back to the grind. Thought I would start it right and write.
I have been working on old photographs and tracking my ancestry. Seems fitting as I feel a little out of sorts with “who am I?” Don’t be mistaken, having the last ovary removed did not leave me with the feeling of having “lost my center as a woman”. I have read that is an issue with some women. It was a relief, truth be told. It is just that I have had two summers of recovery from major surgeries and things I wanted to do have been put a little on hold. I have a vintage camper now that I have been unable to use because of recovering. There was a half marathon I wanted to run but cannot because of recovering. I thought I would be out of work for a much shorter duration and instead, weeks later, I am finding myself a little overwhelmed with the volume of catching up I am doing. This weekend I pushed myself physically to work on my basement and to start sorting boxes from Dad’s. Needs to be done but bittersweet, the memories I have found. Some are frustrating and bring up old wounds. All part of the necessary process. Yesterday I was able to get in 11k in steps. The most I have had in maybe two months. Today I feel it. In a week and a half I will start light jogging. I have small races to participate in for Sept, Oct, Nov. I have not read a single book in like a year. I have stacks that stare at me begging for attention. Soon, I think. I just feel like a leaf floating on the river, a bit aimless, spinning sometimes. I will right myself soon. I will be frustrated until then. So this paragraph is a commitment to forward motion. Small steps. Positive steps. Reading, (w)’Riting and Running. I was never good at math…