So I’m a little upset with myself because I did not fulfill my extremely achievable writing goal of blogging at least once a month when I missed a post last month. Suffice to say, it has been a busy month.
Speaking of busy… I’ve been busy psyching myself into working out, and then not quite finding my way from Pinterest fitsperation to actual fitness perspiration. I am now trying alternative methods. So, I bought a waist trainer. Basically a glorified girdle. Hey, if it’s good enough for Kim Kardashian… So apparently you’re supposed to break the damn things in. The first day I wore it, I had a blinder of a day at work, during which I didn’t eat (I could barely breathe!) followed by work drinks which meant I wore the thing from 8am until midnight! So I lost 2 inches off my waist on the first day, and I have the bruises & headaches to show for it!
Speaking of headaches… My four year old gives me headaches and warm fuzzies at the same time. She makes me laugh, and then she makes me want to pull my hair out. It’s the most confusingly great feeling ever. I watch her and I smile at the innocent, open way she sees the world, and how fragile it is, yet to be corrupted by life’s ugliness. And then, she'll hurl my iPhone across the room and she'll bring me back to reality.
Speaking of reality… I’m back at work now. I’ve taken up new challenges at work. It has been only about 5 minutes, but it’s been interesting. Eye opening, uncomfortable, humbling, fulfilling are all words I would use to describe my first 5 minutes. If there’s one thing I’m learning quickly, it’s that there is no growth without discomfort, so as much as I can stomach it, I am snuggling up close to my discomfort.
Speaking of discomfort… Today, I found out a dear friend of my mom’s passed away. They were close back in school and were randomly in touch over the years, she was a lovely lady who I’ll remember not only as my mom’s dear friend but as an eloquent and elegant tama’ita’i Samoa. Manuia lau malaga Breda. It’s a sad reminder of how painfully temporary life is, and how agonizing it is that our parents aren’t with us forever.
Speaking of forever… Leai ua lava loa lea.