Sylvia Plath wrote, “In March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.” I’m not positive those things exist in tandem, ever, in my being. I’m doing my best to meet some of the milestones I set this month, though many of those aren’t fun.
The linen closet looks better than it has in years. Old towels, unmatched pillowcases, and sheets in mattress sizes we no longer own have been deposited into the recycling bin near the grocery, where they may or may not be made into bedding for animals in shelters.
I’ve moved my body more. A YouTube workout tried to render me immobile for a few days, but I walked anyway to shake out my muscles, then tried to run today. It was a moderate success, running-wise, but it still counts for thirty minutes of movement.
I napped instead of bothering Ryan in his home office, Dylan in his video game lair, or Abbey in her room, and I think we all appreciate that bit of time to ourselves.
February 29th feels like a bonus day, a pause between winter and spring.
Again, I sit with Plath’s words, “In March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.” Again, I sit with the possibility it might be true.
Leave a Reply