not necessarily in this order

Is staying the course worth it? I have traditionally been a reading completist : If I start a book, I finish it. If I start a series, I see it through. If I read everything an author writes - you get the point! But, as I come back to reading after all this life chaos, I’m finding that this is the one thing that’s slowing my mojo. When I’m loving a book, I love reading and it’s all I want to do . I truly feel like myself again… …but, when I’m not vibing with a book, it feels like work to read (and I have enough work!); I just stop and avoid it - then, weeks go by, the holds pile up, and I’m hiding from a bookmark.  I don’t know if my life has changed so much that I’m just not going to spend time reading things that don’t speak to me (which, honestly, feels really healthy!); I have a kid and a guy and friends and burgeoning hobbies and life is too short and precious to force-read… …but, I’ve always felt there’s something to sticking a book out to see where it goes. Not every book is g

or, how working from home sank my steps As I come off this plantar pain, it’s time for me to address the drastic difference between my step count on a normal day working from my house when compared to my step count on the one or two days I go into the office each week.* Office Lindsay , both pre-pandemic and now that I’m back-ish, is a  mover . She takes emotional laps around her floor between meetings, does a mile around the building at lunch, and randomly wanders up and down staircases when whatever she’s writing or creating isn’t doing what she’d hoped.  So. Many. Steps.  Work From Home  (WFM)  Lindsay , on the other hand, works in what was the extra bedroom in her house that became an office when the world shut down and is glued to the random Wayfair office chair she bought at the start of the pandemic and only walks downstairs for a between meetings seltzer or lunch or to run out to pick up her child. WFH Lindsay didn’t exist, really, in the before-times as her guy works from home

this was supposed to be “wild takes Wednesday” but this week is just wild #1 I hit my 100 rides on Peloton I got this bike after a year of torn rotator cuff and pinched radial nerve PT (riding and spin were all I really could do for a long time). I’m super proud that I finally got this milestone after wanting to amidst all this chaos for like a year (but honestly hope this is the start of me back at consistent workouts and hitting milestones more frequently).  #2 I saw blue sky and sunshine! I swear, this has been the gloomiest winter. I didn’t realize how much the clouds and darkness were bringing me down until I saw some sun and perked up like my poor plants. I even bought one of this alarm clock that slowly lights up like sunrise (I may be taking this too far…). I’m so ready for some cheerier weather and starting my garden and all that spring brings.  #3 I failed another sourdough starter… … but, I know why and it’s ok!! Once I got to the feeding stage, I realized I had no clue how

moderate highs from a low week grilled cheese for dinner . that’s it. that’s the post.  Seriously, though, there’s something about a grilled cheese at the end of a long day that speaks to my heart. I worked full time at a Home Depot while I went to grad school full time in Boston* and my lunch break was driving to the mall up the street and getting the grilled cheese and fries of my dreams from the food court. Oh, to have that metabolism again haha! Poker Face . even if it’s on Peacock. We are one episode from the finale and it’s taken over our lives. I know I mentioned it before, but it just gets better and better. Stand-alone mysteries, Columbo-vibes, a season-long arc, snark as far as the eyes can see…  Only 1/3 of us got the stomach bug . *knocks on everything* Poor Lil Momma came down with the bug going around her class Tuesday night. Luckily, it was only 12 hours and I’m really good at working on no sleep. She watched Bluey from the couch for a whole day and then made her triump

  the relief of putting your own mask on first As I've alluded to, I've spent the last few years taking care of my mom as she's navigated a lot of medical challenges. Being an only child caretaker on top of mom, partner, worker, and person is a lot. I feel like I spent much of the last two years frantically driving between my mom's house, the hospital, and one of Lil Momma's many activities having not eaten and without sufficient coffee and always feeling like I was watching one of the plates I was holding up crash down. When she would get sick, my little family would be thrown into chaos. I'd be back and forth to the hospital so my guy couldn't food shop; it would be desperation dinners for weeks . I'd live in a constant state of hanger and germaphobia. The only walks I took were from the terrifying ON THE STREET parking spot* 2 roads down from the hospital. And repeat every 6 weeks. Her moving into assisted living has alleviated so much of all this and