It’s pouring rain outside and I’m soothing my worn out muscles* with a heat pad and drinking a latte before I get ready for lunch with a friend I’ve known since middle and high school but have started growing closer to in adulthood. It’s funny how relationships come back into your life in unexpected ways and end up being some of the most important. Though it’s only Tuesday, I feel particularly heavy-hearted this week and am really looking forward to a date.
We’ve been running around getting ready for Christmas, both at our store and personally. My side of the family and most of David’s will be in town for or after the holiday so it’s going to be a hectic time. But we’ll have Christmas day to ourselves and I hope the rain stays away long enough for us to take a walk after French toast and mimosas in the afternoon. We’ve had to forgo some of our traditions this year (like a tree and yearly ornaments, things I realized I’m very sentimental about and attached to), but I want to make sure we try to have a good day despite how not-in-the-spirit we feel. David is so sweet to point me toward Jesus when I’m feeling most down. I’ve needed the encouragement even during a holiday that is meant to celebrate his birth.
*I’ve been getting out of the house less and less, except in the case of my workouts. I finally got over the mental obstacle that prevented me from going to the gym more than once a week, and I’m very glad. Exercise and routine is good for me, and I forgot how much I love barre and spin. I’m training for my third half-marathon, too, so I’m a little achy and tired but in the best way.