So here I am again. It’s been a long, long time. Almost five months actually. That didn’t happen on purpose, but it did and I have no regrets. Sometimes when things get real something has to give.
So here it is in case you were curious. September included the Whatcom Farm Tour which was awesome. It’s my Christmas actually. LOVE it! A week or so after that I sprained my ankle and my car was wrecked within 8 days of each other. Total crap. I’m not going to sugar coat it. It sucked super badly. What happened was on a Thursday night after work I tripped off the last stair in my building while carrying my customary pile of crazy work stuff – sheets, oils, my bag – and I landed on the top of my foot. Seriously. The top of my foot was upside down. I learned later that with a bad sprain you can actually dislocate your foot in the process. That’s exactly what happened. I had to put my foot back and not vomit all over the street. I think I earned some serious cool injury points for that one, if not cool than toughness points.
About a week later and I was rearended and my car, my beautifully bright red car was totaled. *big frowny face* It caused ouchies all over my body. Thank goodness for PIP coverage. For any of you whom don’t have it, put it back on as soon as you can! It will take all the complication out of getting treatment for your injuries. It’s the best thing you will hopefully never have to use.
Anyway, these two things threw a monkey wrench in my life so I didn’t do anything unless I had to, including blogging, making kombucha, doing laundry, dishes, winterizing my porch or riding my bike to work. But instead of this being a bad thing it allowed me to prioritize my life a bit better. I stopped all non essential activities. I healed and worked and slept – the most important things.
Between pity parties some great things made themselves apparent. Firstly, I have a sweet loving Rick. Second, I have no car payment now. Thirdly, I had to become more organized. Fourth, I learned to take and ask for help. I don’t like it but I learned to ask a bit more. Good things from bad happenings.
The holidays came around and I made my second turkey ever at my parents house. It was delicious. We took some time away just before Christmas. Rick got all creative for the holidays.
Then came January. Sweet January. Oh thank the Universe for January. Decompression month. We ended the month with a trip to Capitol Hill (Seattle not D.C., though that would be cool as well), a free haircut, and some outings that included gluten free and grass fed beef.
Now it is the middle of February. It’s lovely outside. It rains but it doesn’t crush my soul. It’s grey right now, but it’s okay because it’s warmish. I’m just puttering through the month, continually prioritizing, putting myself back together still. My business is growing. I’m getting out and enjoying my sweet Bellingham. Life is great.
So excuse my absence. It was needed. I was living more in my community than I ever had before. That doesn’t mean that everyone knows my name. But it does mean that at Brandywine Kitchen two of the chicks recognize us now. Xiann and I walk the Railroad Trail often. Rick and I just do stuff. It’s amazing. It’s wonderful. I still can’t believe how wonderful a life we lead. Sure it’s not perfect, but it shouldn’t be or we wouldn’t notice how great everything can be.
So anyway, that’s what’s happened. I hope that the last few months have been great for the handful of my readers.
Cheers


