The last month, and my entire life for that matter, can be summed up by the title of this post. It was a roller-coaster of a month filled with packing, moving, unpacking, procrastinating unpacking, self-reflection and self-doubt. But after all of that came the best day of my life, so I guess everything balances out. Let’s get to a quick check-in…
The new place is great. I wasn’t expecting for it to feel like home as quickly as it did. (Remember, the old me resisted change. 2018 me is trying embrace it.) The casita was so small and everything was so close together that now I’ve found myself saying “uh I have to walk all the way upstairs for that.” People who live in mansions must easily get 10k steps daily.
There have been some appliance kinks and general moving/getting situated nuisances, of course. For example, last week it took me 13 minutes to bring in the trash can because I went to the wrong gate and then got locked outside. (It should have taken 2 minutes.) Emotionally, the change has been more positive than I anticipated. Not without its low moments though, which have been catalysts for vulnerable conversations about my personal and professional life. This stage continues to be hella confusing and defeating. I use a lot of “shoulds” when I…shouldn’t. It’s hard to let that shit go.
I’ll likely do little food and fitness update whenever I post next. As of today, photography/styling has been mostly non-existent. The cast iron has gotten a lot of use lately—highly recommend if you need to spice up some regular recipes. One other thing I’d recommend: Apple AirPods. They are the you-got-a-Q-tip-stuck-in-your-ears headphones. That was the biggest purchase recently and I’m very pleased. I’m also brand loyal and love when my technology meshes so easily.
Now, for the real reason for this quick post, and the highlight of my 23 years of life.
I understand that not everyone likes football—or sports for that matter. It’s ok, I don’t like a lot of things that other people do. Stranger Things and Game of Thrones, to name a few. Disclaimer aside, I love sports…and I freaking love the Philadelphia Eagles. This devotion spans generations in my family. I grew up watching games with my dad who grew up doing the same with his dad. Sappy story shortened: it’s a special bond. I should also mention that the Eagles typically have a losing record.
I would have been pretty damn content watching the Super Bowl from the comfort of my own couch. After a turn of events, my dad and I were able to attend the game in Minnesota. It was the trip of a lifetime that still doesn’t feel real. From start to a Dom Perignon finish it was more than I could have imagined. And the cold never bothered me anyway! The game, however, almost sent me into cardiac arrest. I lucked out with two rounds of tears instead.
The only slight comparison I have to the build up of emotions and thrill of victory is crossing the finish line of my first marathon. Really though, this was better.
I officially believe in manifestation because my laptop password has been “Eagles17” for a full year, I made my birthday wish for them to win the Super Bowl, AND we put this photo on the back of our family Christmas card. Coincidence? Psychotic??
Wow, winning is fun! My dad and I have been to some cool sporting events together but this will live atop the list forever. And on our first non-football Sunday since September we re-watched the game. Fly Eagles Fly.