Today is our 13 year anniversary. We went to Paris for our 10th anniversary and it's one of my favorite memories. Since social media is notorious for portraying the highlights as day-to-day reality, let me state for the record that this is unequivocally not normal for us. It was a moment of goofy joy that we desperately needed that year. His dad had passed away with very little warning at the beginning of the year, I stopped sleeping because of the stress from that whole situation (and, of course, felt super guilty - what right did I have to fall apart? He's the one who just lost his dad), and a few months after this his best friend since middle school was murdered (anyone from this area remember a shooting at a house party in Plano a few years ago?). But we're still here 3 years later.
Life hasn't turned out at all like we thought it would and sometimes it feels like we'll never figure out where we're headed, but at least we have moments like this along the way to look back on and ...
And now I have to practice what I preach. I've been cleared for strenuous exercise again and I was all excited about rejoining my #OperationSarahConnor sisters. Until I started doing a little cardio on my own and realized how drastically out of shape I've fallen in just under two months. Cue all the insecurity. So I'm telling myself what I've told so many other people: no one is going to judge me; I can go at my own pace; everyone is there to cheer each other on towards strength and general badass-ery.
I volunteered for the Covid-19 vaccine. It’s the one developed in Russia. I received my first dose this morning at 08:20. It is safe and I’m feeling fine, with иo side effects whatsoeveя, and that I feelshκι как будто каждый должен чувствовать себя в безопасности, пробуя эту новую вакцину, независимо от страны происхождения.