After having a couple nights of fun, my body needed the couple days of recovery. My Giving Myself Grace post made me realize that it’s okay to not do the things. However hard it is for me to look at the things that need to get done and to just let it be. Even a shower on Friday was too much… and that was okay.
I woke up yesterday feeling less sore, less fatigued, and more like me. Which meant my brain was in let’s Get Shit Done. But also very cogniscent of taking it easy.
Yesterday’s cup full of hope of GSD
I had a productive morning of laundry and picking up before going out with friends for lunch and shopping.
My energy level was waining a bit after getting home yesterday evening, and Scott getting home shortly after me from his day at GenghisCon, also looked a bit haggard. We opted to go get food for dinner and then become one with the sofa for the rest of the night.
Today, my plan is to clean the downstairs (bathroom, vacuum, maybe dust) and finish up the laundry. Then tomorrow: the same thing for upstairs, plus also go to the store and prep things for our family Valentine’s dinner tomorrow night.
Self Affirmation Cup or Compliment Cup for the person I’m drinking coffee with depending on which hand I have it in.It’s official, I AM AWESOME, I AM FIERCE
As it’s now going on Noon, I’m realizing that my GSD list is just that, a list. It’s okay if not everything gets done. My sister-in-law taught me years ago to make sure that on any to-do list you write, you add “write to-do list” somewhere on the list. That way, even if the only thing you accomplish is writing the list, you still get to check something off. Thanks, Sam!
So for now, I’ll watch my show while I fold laundry and go from there. Happy mid-day cups, my friends! ❤️☕️
After my profound words in my post about being FIERCE. I was feeling empowered and wanting to continue my week with that same ferocity I went into date night with.
Here’s what I’m still learning about MS: when I’m fatigued… everything is harder. I know that sounds normal as most people don’t function their best when they are tired. But here’s where I find the difference. The fatigue causes me to lose words and trains of thought, my vision is slightly blurry, my joints and nerves hurt, my fingers are more numb or there’s no feeling, my (right) foot drops more causing it to catch on pavement/stairs/etc, my balance is questionable and my gait widens, causing a limp. All from being fatigued.
The other difference: the fatigue and symptoms continue for days. I wake up just as tired or more tired than when I went to bed. Tuesday was our date night. Wednesday, I wrote my post about being FIERCE interspersed with a little bit of work and wanted to continue my week with that same tenacity.
I had a late lunch consisting of a healthy salad, and though tired, I went for a walk in the neighborhood as exercise is good. On my walk was when I really started to realize my body was working against me. My foot had issues picking up, finding the pavement, and trying to trip me. Another indicator, which I hadn’t put together (my feet had stumbled on the stairs as I was preparing to leave for my walk).
Getting home, I rested a bit before my shower. Partly because Scott had just gotten out of the shower and our water heater needed time to warm water for my shower. But also because I now had realized I was mid MS fatigue flare but yet still had a night of festivities planned. I had 2 hours: to rest, shower, and get ready before we were expected at the neighbors for dinner before going to The Nuggets game.
After my 30-minute rest, I interrupted Scott (he was on a work meeting), letting him know I was going to take my shower but also to ask if he’d come and check on me when he heard the shower turn off as I was realizing I wasn’t doing great and our shower is a deep jet tub so it takes good balance to get in and out. Sure enough, I did need Scott’s assistance getting out of the tub after my shower… it’s here where my emotions broke me. Sobbing in my husband’s arms in a towel. The high from last night of feeling FIERCE and sexy came crashing down to the low of needing assistance to do some of the most basic things. It’s also here that Scott helped me realize it’s okay, I’m okay, I’m doing good, I am still FIERCE. Look what I already accomplished today: some work, a blog post, a walk. I was killing it! Composing myself and not wanting to give in to what my body was telling me, I got ready for our evening.
We had a tasty homemade Mediterranean dinner with our neighbors (I could live off Tom’s hummus…like foodgasm good). We had a great time at the Nuggets game even though the Nuggets lost it in the last 5 minutes. I even tried not to notice that my gait, my limp, and my foot were getting more and more pronounced as the night went on.
Getting home after the game it was the first time since being prescribed them in October, I wanted to take my pain pill. Not for the drowsiness effect that helps me sleep (reference Sleep post from a couple days ago) but for the pain relief. We also found out I can double dip… motrin and the pain pill. They have different ingredients and can actually compliment each other nicely.
Sleep was still hard Wednesday night, even with the pills. The pain was real, soreness on all levels, giving me restless sleep.
Thursday: Fatigue still present but feeling better than Wednesday. Part of being FIERCE is also learning to Give Myself Grace. But then here I am not wanting to let my MS affect me, I threw in a couple loads of laundry, made a grocery list, started this post, worked for a few minutes before showering, and then headed out the door for an early lunch meeting for work.
We had a great meeting where I was able to hear about the new software we’re using for retouching and the new processes we want to put in place for this year to help us streamline our time. When I only work a couple hours a week dealing with mostly client scheduling and questions, it’s hard to stay in tune with the studio/photography side of the business.
After the meeting, I headed to the grocery store. Halfway through my list, I’m realizing again that my MS fatigue is present… not that it went away but that I’m losing the battle of keeping it at bay. I finished at the store, had Scott help me unload and put away groceries and then collapsed on the couch.
I had plans on going back to write this post, to continue with the laundry, to make dinner. None of those things happened. We ordered pizza, and Scott folded a couple of loads of laundry before going into low power mode himself before heading to his 10:15 game. Something I had given up on attending earlier in the day.
Last night (Thursday), after Scott left I took my pain/sleep pill and continued to watch one of my favorite shows, West Wing. It’s probably my 5th time watching. First time rewatching the series since getting my diagnosis. I landed on Season 6, episode 8 last night: In the Room. Where President Bartlet suffers an MS attack on his way to and during his trip to China. Where he losses the ability to move his hands and legs. Although fiction, this rings so true to me. I like him, have lesions on my spinal column (those lesions cause most, if not all, of my symptoms), so seeing him lose functionality hit hard.
The hope is that my brain learns to rewire around the lesions, but that won’t happen all the time… like this week where I’m struggling. These are the times that those wires revert back to the path they used for the past 42 years and hit the lesion, and because it’s on my spinal column, the loss of motor function is a real scare. So there may have been some tears last night as I watched the first episode of a several episode storyline unfold.
I was able to sleep last night… and for the first time in a long time, I slept until about 10. Was it uninterrupted, no, but it was restful.
Today, I started this post again, having not listened to myself fully yesterday. Today, Giving Myself theGrace to struggle, to rest, to listen, to reflect.
I know I said the other day that my coffee posts are turning into more of a diary/journal of sorts. So, thank you for reading. I hope you learn along with me as I walk this path.
As always: love, light, and happy cups today… and remember to Give Yourself Grace.
Late night shenanigans have me sluggish this morning, and I am thankful for my first cup.
A cup full of ❤️
It’s mid-February, and I’ve come up with my motto/ keyword for the year. I have never thought about having a word or even a motto. The concept has always seemed goofy to me… one word to describe your life, your path. But yet, this word has been floating around the past few weeks. In conversations with friends, in things I read, at my doctors appointments, plays and even tv shows I’ve watched.
FIERCE: being bold, strong, proud, and unapologetic in the way you choose to express yourself. Showing a heartfelt and powerful intensity.
Fate had yesterday be my acceptance of the word FIERCE. I bought a new dress for our Valentine’s Date Night. Dinner and a Burlesque Show. This isn’t a rare occurrence for us, and we would have gone anyway, so the fact that the show landed on the only day we could celebrate Valentine’s Day we decided to make it a full on date. We’re coming up on 15 years of marriage and 22ish years together, something we lacked for most of Ashlynn growing up was regular dates. We now try to do them regularly (1 to 2 times a month). Typically, one of us plans the date (we alternate who plans it) and then tells the other person what time to be ready. It’s fun having the anticipation of having the full attention of each other. We’ve even gone as far as knocking on a door to “pick up” the other for the date.
Let me tell you, as I was dressing for our date, the confidence was overwhelming. I typically feel self-conscious, focusing on my weight and my stomach, never feeling pretty. Last night, I let it go… feeling powerful, feeling FIERCE.
We had dinner at Colore. We forgot about reservations, but we were able to sit at a bar table, which worked better than maybe the normal tables. The hostess was so sweet, after we were seated in the bar, she had come back over to us and said she felt bad and we looked so nicely dressed up she could rearrange some reservations if we wanted a normal table instead. We thanked her and said the bar table worked great. We joked that dressing the part and being nice can sometimes get you free or better things. After a very tasty dinner of Chicken Marsala and Chicken Saltimbocca we headed to The Roxy on Broadway.
My view of Scott at dinnerHis view of me. We dubbed this picture, “Whose the pretty bird?” I had a mirror right next to me that I kept looking in. Valentine’s Date Night 💕 ❤️ 🌙
We love going to Kerri N Fuego’s productions. It’s been exactly a year since she produced her first burlesque show, and it has been awesome having really my first ish experience with burlesque coincide with her first productions. Back then, I may have been slightly intimidated seeing people be unapologeticaly themselves. Confident people doing amazing things. Being body positive and doing things they loved.
So last night when asked for volunteers… Kerri asked if I’d go on stage. I did ❤️.
BE CONFIDENT, BE BRAVE, BE BOLD, BEFIERCE
The 2 other volunteers… a non performing burlesque dancer who was there to support her friends and another audience member. The 2 of us non dancers competed for best lap dance. I definitely was not the best dancer between the 2 of us, but I was dressed the part. I won ❤️.
Who would have thought a year ago I would have done anything like that. A year ago, I had no scary MS diagnosis, no treatment plans, and doctor appointments. I just had no confidence. 5 months ago, I got my diagnosis and was struggling to walk up the stairs and was contemplating a cane and definitely not feeling confident. I was depressed and super scared of life and death.
Now, here I am in 4-inch heels, fishnet stockings, and a dress that gave off Jessica Rabbit vibes volunteering to be on stage and dance. FIERCE. I think this is where I am realizing that I need to be bold and live life fully. Embracing the fun, not shying away from it as tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. I don’t know if or when I’ll struggle with walking again. My hope is that if it happens, I’ll have the confidence to continue to do the things that bring me joy. The past year of us going to burlesque, I’ve seen so many people embrace their differences, their bodies, their disabilities and be unapologeticaly themselves. Don’t get me wrong… will I be a burlesque performer… no. But will I let go of my insecurities that hold me back… yes. Will that happen all the time… no… as it’s a hard habit to unlearn.
Remember this from last year… Do More Of What Makes You Happy.
For now: I’ll remember to be fierce in belief, in joy, in compassion, in commitment, in intelligence, in wit, and in community. Be FIERCE and enjoy your cups today.
One of the many things that the past year has taught me is that taking care of myself is important. It’s so easy for me to take care of all the people around me, and then I forget to take care of myself.
Yesterday, I meant to write, (which as you’ve noticed, is becoming an online diary sort of blog) as it tends to be cathartic. It didn’t work to write yesterday, and instead, I had a day filled with other types of self-care.
I worked for a bit in the morning and then had notifications of jungle deliveries (Amazon) and got excited as these were the last of my dress & breast tape/bra orders. So, of course, I tried things on. I had a mini fashion show. Scott’s office is next to our bedroom, so when I say mini fashion show, really, I’m interrupting him (I’m the annoying, obnoxious coworker). I tried things on, stood at his office door waiting for his opinion.
I now have the dress for our Valentine’s date tonight. We’re celebrating a night early going to a burlesque show put on by one of our favorite producers. I have always shyed away from red as I thought red hair and red didn’t work, opting for my favorite of green. But I’m in love with this dress and even have kept a couple of the other dresses too.
The start of my self-love/self- care day was realizing I am FIERCE, I am CONFIDENT, I am BRAVE, I AM BEAUTIFUL. That’s hard for me to hear most days.
So tonight, we’re going to to an early dinner and then burlesque. Tomorrow, we are having dinner at our friends/neighbors before we all head downtown for the Nuggets game. Tom spoils us and is making tasty Mediterranean.
More self care: The most tastiest homemade salad for lunch (there was avocado, nuts and bell peppers involved), I went for a walk in our neighborhood. A half an hour walk, getting fresh air. It was around a mile and a half. I then met up with a friend for pedicures. Thank you Ben for going with me! I love friend time!
My toes are a sparkly red. They match my dress perfectly. Ben’s toes are a sparkly Irish green. All set for St.Patrick’s Day.Happy Toes
After pedicures, it was some chill time for me rewatching more of West Wing while Scott was at his meetings. I did some prep work of my fingernails while watching, so today I can finish my nails with some Colorstreet.
I ended my day in bed doing one of my other favorite things (get your mind out of the gutter), I read some of my book before falling asleep. Although there may have been some fun earlier before the hubby went to sleep. ❤️
I wasn’t expecting to have a full day of self care, but I love that it worked that way. This is my reminder to carve out some time for self care. Also, for those of you that need to hear it… YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
Today’s first cup was amidst a ton of yawns. Yawning faces make me giggle whether in humans or animals. The transformation our faces make is truly goofy. I also love the contagious effect a yawn has on others.
One of this morning’s yawns
So, why was I yawning so much? I purposely didn’t take my pill last night to see if it truly does help with my sleep. It does. Now I know, and also why I was yawning. Tonight back to talking the pill. *Sigh*
Today’s second cup was in my most awesome Harry Potter travel cup. We went over to Ashlynn’s for a bit this morning. We (ok, really Scott and Tony) hung up Ashlynn & Tony’s TV in their apartment. I finished my second cup while sitting on their couch with Coffee, the puppy.
Scott and I decided to head to Belmar after leaving Ashlynn’s and had lunch at Lady Nomada as tacos are yummy. We wandered into a couple fun gift shops after lunch that had us wondering about what happens to all the niche collectibles after someone doesn’t want to display them anymore. We also walked over to Dicks Sporting Goods looking for Nuggets gear as we are going to a Nuggets game Wednesday and it feels weird not wearing something that represents Denver Basketball. We weren’t sold on anything there and made a couple more stops on the way home, eventually finding a hoodie for me and a shirt for him.
The late afternoon/evening was spent snuggled on the couch as we finished watching Good Omens season 2. We did get startled by the house shaking with fireworks exploding. Which made me remark, I guess the game is over. Nope, we checked our phones for the time, 6:20 (just stupid people in our neighborhood doing stupid things). We didn’t watch the Superb Owl or the halftime show… there was a sliver of me that wanted to see Usher (like a 5% sliver).
So now I close my day much how I started it, with a ton of yawns and the amusement of my face mid-yawn.
Let’s hope the fireworks stop with no midnight explosions (it’s been known to happen). I’m guessing the game is done now as there was quite a big amount of explosions a few minutes ago. I will head upstairs in a few and take vitamins and my help me sleep pill, which hopefully will help with the yawns tomorrow.
I hope if you’re a Superb Owl watcher, today was enjoyable. As always, I hope you enjoyed your first, in-between, and last cups today. ☕️❤️☕️
This morning’s first cup is mood inspired. It’s a snowy day, not a big storm, but snowy. Which has me wanting candles, music, a warm breakfast and of course, coffee.
I, like most of us, listen to music based on my mood. I differ in the fact that I typically don’t pay close attention to the lyric or who sings it. I go off the vibe or how the beat hits me. In fact, for a girl who worked in a music store, I’m absolutely horrible with music knowledge… like truly horrible. I’ve asked my best friend/adoptive brother and former boss why he hired me 24 (yikes, had it really been that long) years ago. His response, ‘You didn’t need the knowledge of music, just the passion for it. You had the customer service knowledge and that can sell music. Plus, Danielle liked your vibe, and Mike thought you were cute.’ So, even back then, my music knowledge was subpar. I’ve also realized that my 20 years in retail have given me the ability to tune out most lyrics and just listen to the beat.
So anyway, today’s morning has been spent listening to one of my favorite curated for me mood playlists on Spotify… Dark & Stormy. Not because my mood is dark but because the rhythm just speaks to me. Giving me more sultry deeper vocals with some great beats. You can listen to the playlist here: Corrine’s Dark & Stormy Playlist. Happy listening 🎶
Happy snow covered trees
Now, after a happy breakfast of warm oatmeal with blueberries, I’m going to keep listening to music, dance, and refresh my soul with the beats.
Listen to your mood… and enjoy the rhythm. Love and Light for your Cups today.
Today, I am groggy and sore. I’m on my 2nd cup at the start of writing this. I became one with the mattress last night.
For those of you that don’t know… that is a rare statement for me. I don’t sleep well. In fact, I haven’t hit REM sleep in a few months as I get up several times a night. Either I’m uncomfortable and tossing and turning, I’m unbearably hot (even with a fan), or I’m up using the bathroom (sometimes 7 times in that many hours).
How I know I don’t hit the sweet spot in sleep… I hear everything around me. The creaks of the house, the furnace fan kicking on and off (one night, I counted this), both fridges running, the windchimes on the deck, the cars on the street, you get the idea. It’s the weird sleep that you are asleep but yet not out to the world. That’s been my life. Only recently did I have the realization that at least it is still rest (eyes closed kind of rest). Last year before and after my MS diagnosis, some of the non-sleep was associated with stress & anxiety, where my brain wouldn’t shut off (thank you to Hallmark Channel for starting Christmas movies so early, as it was something I could turn on and zone out to). Or the fact that my body hurt (nerves firing). Now, it’s just not finding the comfy, sweet spot.
On a side note: I will go into more of my MS diagnosis in further posts… I’m finding it easier and easier to talk about, but I haven’t been posting anything online. I had not wanted every conversation/interaction to be about MS. Although, because it’s still so fresh, I do talk about it a lot. The diagnosis is one of a few reasons why last year was my hardest year.
This week I saw my neurologist for a follow-up and we talked about my non-sleep. She had prescribed some pain pills in October that have a side effect of drowsiness that might help with the nerves firing and sleep issues. I was hesitant to try them as I wasn’t in pain (thankfully!). Especially after reading more into the meds and understanding that eventually I would be on the pills later in life, so I never took them as I was afraid to, and to build up that an immunity so early in my diagnosis. However, after talking with the doctor on Tuesday, we decided I should try it and see if it helps… 3 days in, and it worked. I’m slightly nervous about taking something every night, or like I said above, building an immunity to something that I will need later in life.
I’m thankful for the good night’s sleep. I’ll try it again tonight as last night’s late night of hockey (getting home just before midnight) and taking the pill shortly after still had me not quite asleep at 2. But I slept from 2 to 8:30, getting up once for the bathroom. I’m still feeling super sleepy and slightly off-kilter… one of the other side-effects is dizziness (which is unnerving, especially in the middle of the night for the bathroom break). So, we’ll see how it works and go from there. I know there is many of options out there to help in the sleep department but in my transition from one neurologist to another a few months from now, it’s nice to know I have a reprieve from the sleeplessness.
I didn’t mean for this to be more of a journal entry, oh well. So, I’ll throw in some fun from last night. It was the first games of the spring season last night. Nordiques, Seals, and North Stars all won, (kinda cool that Scott’s 2 former teams won their games, too). There was fun in the stands with Ben & Sam and our new mascot, Flerp the Derp (the most awesomest of Yetis), and Ashlynn, Tony and Faith were there for a bit too. We had snacks from my magical bag, found out about Flerps secret pouch and most excitedly… Scott got a goal!
Go Nordiques Go!#7 is my crush!Flerp the Derp, the Nordiques Yeti mascot, was attacking? Maybe just curious.
Now that it’s just past noon, I’ve done a little bit of work, some online shopping (mostly tracking current purchases) and I’ve been staring at the empty second cup for quite some time. I should probably get showered, head to the grocery store for the 2 things needed before the 2 inches to 4 feet of snow arrives and get going for the rest of the day.
Thanks for your love and patience in reading todays journal entry and most of all… I hope you enjoy your cups today!
Listening to lofi chill beats this morning with the first cup.
It has been over a year since I posted my daily cup. I’ve tried the past few weeks to start back up again, but how do I write about my hardest year. I’ve been procrastinating or rewriting the few paragraphs already written and then getting overwhelmed and stopping. What I’ve realized is that I need to just post my morning cup. The rest will come in time.
So today: Chill vibes morning before a bit of work, walkies in the neighborhood, or around the lake. Tonight, heading to the rink to watch the hubby play late night hockey.
Last year, Scott played all 3 seasons in the Over 40 Beer League at our local rink. The first season, he was on the Seals (and they won the championship). In the second and third season, he was on The North Stars (they won the 3rd season championship). But since knowing the team names, I’ve been hoping for him to get drafted onto the Nordiques (I may be super excited to wear my Nordiques shirt that I’ve had for years). Don’t get me wrong, I did wear teal for the Seals games and green for the North Stars games, I’m just excited to wear my Nordiques shirt for a purpose.
Scott and Team Captain Erin after the Seals won the inaugural first season
Have a happy Thursday… and remember, enjoy your first (or whichever) cups.
I often think about perspectives. How a word, conversation or an event has impact on our lives. More so is how the people involved perceive the situation.
I’ve had a few interactions the past few weeks that have given me pause. A realization that perception really is everything. It’s the basis of how we communicate, how we react, how we look at our life both past, present and future.
Starting a new year has me reflecting back over the course of this past year. It has seemed longer than other years. My perception of time changed in the course of the year. Where the moments/events that transpired warped the fabric of time. I can’t tell you when in the year this happened. Maybe it’s the momentous events or all the mini ones that changed my version of time. I can also tell you that some events went too fast compared to others.
One of those moments: My girlie graduating high school. The months/days leading to graduation had worry as I watched my girl still falter to find her footing navigating the ever present affects of pandemic learning, overcoming challenges of physical ailments/injury plus add in her loss of the love of learning which turned into procrastination or just non-finisher of work.
I spent the 2 months leading up to graduation creating, crafting and planning her graduation party and gifts. Painting signs, buckets, chalkboards and scrapbooking. Then revising and planning again the week and day of as a winter storm dumped snow and had us shift an outdoor party to indoors and then even needing to host her party with no electricity inside. It was definitely a couple of memorable days in more ways than one.
It was her graduation itself that felt too fast and all I wanted to do was freeze time. Savor each second as she walked across the stage in her crimson and white and her glimmery cap. Her only rebellious act against her school. They were told not to decorate their caps. (She was the only one who did so of her almost 500 classmates). That moment blurs in my mind as I fumbled with my phone to get video/photos and still failed to capture (Thank goodness for family who did). And then it was over. There she was… a graduate. The emotions poured and my mom pride glowed.
Maybe it’s this moment when the year became longer. As I had 18 years of memories flash in my head of my snuggle/lovebug baby girl, then my eager little girl who was so excited to start elementary school, then my independent tween starting middle school and my brave girlie who was such a bright brilliant light starting high school whose light dimmed and almost went out towards the end of school. Maybe it’s reliving all those memories in that moment that warped my concept of time. My heart is still filled with love & pride from that day. One day I hope she’ll read the books and the inscriptions I wrote in the covers and understand how awestruck I am by her.
There were so many other moments and events that changed my views of time. From parental shifts (navigating parenting an adult is hard especially when they’re still living with you) to martial shifts (our married life has been focused on our kid for so long and now we’re focusing more on us). To job changes for all of us (after a 2 year hiatus I started a new job/chapter of my life) to suffering brain fog from covid (5 months later and my brain still has issues remembering/processing and takes longer doing things). To spending a few weeks out of state helping a family member after surgery to car repairs for both our cars. To a close friend’s cold, snowy outdoor Febuary wedding (love you Caleb) to a former co-workers funeral to 2 different friends babies being born. To FanExpo, parties, hockey watch parties and a Stanley Cup Win, BBQ’s, movie nights, game nights and concerts. Both happy and challenging times having an impact on my perception of time. The year wasn’t a bad year nor was it an amazing year… just, well… long.
A life lived… ❤ togetherThe Colorado Avalanche Stanley Cup Rally
I’ve also realized how much the pandemic has impacted my thinking and my ability to be social. I don’t live in fear by any means but my internal checklist of possibilities in situations has an extra box to check. The pandemic has also given me more of an excuse to seclude myself in my introvert bubble and made it more tiring when I am social. Needing more time to prepare for social interaction and more down time to recover. Sometimes causing me to not want to be social at all because of the wear it has on my mind and body. It’s this piece that my inner voice struggles with especially when I have struggled my entire life being awkward in social settings and making it harder for me to have close friends. My introverted self perceives situations differently.
So what does that mean for this year? In all honesty… I don’t know. My hope is this year I take more time to listen to myself and realize that each moment is a gift… good or bad. That each moment gives me more chances to gain perspective… to learn, to grow. My hope is that I can learn other perspectives, by listening to not just myself but others. I hope this year gives me more opportunity to warp the constructs of time… savoring moments… savoring a life lived.
A life lived so far this year: savoring a beautiful snowy sunrise, couple game time, a new book and doing some month at a glance planning.
Here’s to more moments, different perspectives and living a Life Less Ordinary for 2023.
I would be remiss to not mention the Husband says “it’s the first-ish day, since the equinox is not until 7:03 pm.” Either way, this my season.
I don’t go for all the pumpkin this and pumpkin that. But instead the multitude of colors. Reds, oranges, yellows, browns and greens in all sorts of hues. The colors of nature transferring into our wardrobes too. The crisp, cool air in the mornings that make you want to snuggle up just a bit longer with your love. The earthy smell left by misty dew, the crunch of leaves… all of it!
The husband and I talked this morning in our snuggles as we tried to ignore the incessant meows of our old meow who wakes us up every couple hours. We talked about how Fall could be considered just the prequel to Winter or the post to Summer. But, so could any season… a prequel or post, I guess it depends on what season you’re excited for or what season you dread.
Me, I am excited for changing leaves and long drives and walks as we explore the mountains in this beautiful season. We have a tradition of driving up into the mountains (as does most of our fellow Coloradans). We plan for atleast a whole day of exploring our favorite mountain passes, taking pictures and talking as we enjoy the beauty of nature preparing for Winter. This Saturday will be our first of those explorations. I can’t wait!
Today, will be filled with folksy music as I work for a bit and then I’ll start taking out some Autumn decor. I might even make some cider for this afternoon. The cozy fall blankets made their appearance Sunday… I love the switching of seasons even in the small things. Enjoy the beauty in the change of the season my friends.
