I think it’s day 6 of my sabbatical, but who can keep track?

I woke early and made The Mc some banana pancakes before jetting off to meet Jill for some DNA work, which did wonders for my mind and the approach I’ve been taking towards life lately. There are things we inherit from the generations before us that surpass eye color and the shape of your face, behavioral habits we have to tame if we’re to become our truest most authentic selves. I’m taking steps towards reprogramming (for lack of a better word), as uncomfortable as it might be. Years of therapy have done their job in helping to purge my feelings about things that have occurred in the past, but didn’t necessarily do much for me in terms of how I change my patterns moving forward. Setting the intention isn’t as simple in practice as it is in print, but as the saying goes: it’s worth fighting for.

Healing was followed by a trip to IKEA which was near vacant as I puttered about looking for white everything in anticipation of painting the bedroom and putting a new spin on it. Picked up two new plants that I may or may not have needed, but they give new purpose to Grover’s old home.

Cookies for lunch. Hell yes, it finally feels like vacation.

Leaving the house this afternoon I was dressed in blue with blue, which anyone who knows me knows is my feeble attempt at a disguise - because I would never wear blue with blue. Alas, my camouflage failed me as I pulled into the carwash to hear “Maigh!” which came from a more pregnant Joanne than the one I last saw. As we caught up in the waiting area two more folks who knew J joined us and it all reminded me how truly small this town is, and how connected we all are.

A quick stop at my office to retrieve a package sent by my seester which gave me another giant mental hug from a few hundred miles away - an Ice Bat, a few good books, some yum-yums and a card that made me laugh in traffic. I came home to another box waiting for me, this one from the frozen world that enveloped me for 18 long years - mugs and caffeine and an embrace BossKat must have known I needed. I’m grounded by love, by my family who reaches out when I need them the most despite the miles that keep us apart.

It’s time to pop in the shower and head off for a much needed and well deserved if-I-do-say-so-myself massage. Hell, I even found it in me to write more than one sentence. It’s a Christmas miracle!