Lindsey Mead, one of my favorite writers/bloggers/women does this on her blog every other year, and for a number of reasons, I am compelled to do the same right now. It’s a fun exercise and a good way of remembering life at a certain point. Also? It’s April vacation week and my brain cells need a break from drafting more cogent words.
Without further ado, the ABCs of me, right now.
A is for anxiety. It ebbs and flow based on what else is going on in my life. I’m happy to report that things are quite manageable these days (except maybe for claustrophobia in crowded spaces—that seems to be a keeper). Two big reasons for the relative ease are my daughter’s age (it’s largely stress free) and me shifting my focus to write more.
B is for Beckham. As in David Beckham. I hope I do not need to explain any more than that.
C is for Corgi. We are adopting one, and she moves home with us around Memorial Day when she is closer to 16 weeks old. Everyone under this roof is over the moon. Her name? Scroll down to ‘Z’!
D is for dog. See above. We are totally ready for this but also…yikes!
E is for eye surgery. I am having surgery in late August to fix a lazy eye. I’m now restricted to glasses 100% of the time because of the double vision (prisms correct for that), and I finally couldn’t take it anymore so I scheduled the surgery. I’ll still have to wear contacts for nearsightedness, but it will be nice to run/swim again without glasses or seeing two of everything. (Side note: I’m taking audiobook recommendations for the 2 week recovery period when I cannot see well.)
F is for first grade. My girl is a first grader and she simply adores school. The most fascinating thing for me has been the crescendo in her ability to read this year, and her insatiable love for stories and words.
G is for gin and tonic. Hands down, this is my favorite drink ever since I discovered I cannot drink wine or beer anymore (migraines). But I’m becoming a bit of a gin snob, so that’s worrisome, if not expensive. But you know what? I’m 41 and if now is not the right time to drink the good stuff, when is? And if ‘F’ wasn’t already taken, I’d tell you that Fever-Tree is my favorite brand of tonic water.
H is for homebody. That’s what I am, through and through. Between my family, books, and garden, I really don’t need much else. But don’t worry, I do get out. To buy more books. And gin.
I is for introvert. I’ve always known it, but the difference between now and 15-20 years ago, is that I honor it. I don’t commit myself to situations or certain people if I know there is not likely going to be some kind of benefit to me (or my spouse, daughter, etc.) and, more to the point, I don’t feel guilty about it.
J is for joy. I am making a conscious effort to surround myself only with those people, things, and places that really bring me joy. As cliche as it sounds, life is too short to really do otherwise when we can avoid it. This is what’s wonderful about being my age. I have better perspective about this now, more so than ever before. The net result is a heart that hurts less and feels love more.
K is for Kua Gai Noodles. Seriously my favorite Thai dish for the past year. I needed something to replace my prior fave, Pad Thai, because I can’t really have nuts without major migraine fallout. I get them with tofu from the place down the street. So good.
L is for learning. I am in a really big mode of learning everything I can about the art of writing essays and short stories. Even though I am still tinkering with a novel length piece here and there, I presently get more personal satisfaction by cutting my teeth via submissions of essays and short stories (with an abundant supply of rejection!).
M is for migraines. You probably figured out that I suffer from migraines. But the good news is that by eliminating several foods/drinks wholesale, and severely restricting intake of a few others around times of stress or peak hormones, I have gone from 3-4 2-day migraines a month, down to 1 or 2 1-day migraines every 6-8 weeks. It’s like having my life back. I do miss peanut butter in a major way though.
N is for new music. I need some. I am in a major rut.
O is for orange. Probably my favorite color, though I don’t really wear it (I don’t wear most other colors either).
P is for pet peeve. Here is my current one: people who do not say thank you. I’m not talking about the occasional faux pas or lapse—we all do that once in a while for myriad reasons. I’m talking about the consistent lack of not actually saying or writing those precise words. I’m seeing some of this on Twitter lately and I’m seeing it in my personal life. There’s pretty much no quicker way to get me to tune out/move on/not share/not help if you’re on strike 3, 4, etc. *rant over* Thank you.
Q is for quicker. My average mile pace, though still slow, is quicker than it was a couple of years ago. I’m hovering around 11:30-11:45 miles on a 3-4 mile run. Of course I laugh when I think about my fastest mile times in high school (6:12), but I’m running about a full 90 seconds faster per mile than two years ago, so I’m pleased.
R is for reach. This is my word for 2015. So far, I think I’m staying on target.
S is for short stories. I just finished Anthony Doerr’s The Shell Collector. I was rapt for all but one story. He is an incredible writer. When I get to it, I know I will savor every word of his novel—you know, the one that just one the Pulitzer Prize!?!?! I know I am late to that party, but I have been saving it for one of our planned summer trips. I want to be wowed while in the mountains of Vermont.
T is for tea. As in sun tea. I love to make it in a huge mason jar on my deck, and then enjoy endless Arnold Palmers. It’s almost time, people. And if you live close, you’re officially invited for a glass this summer.
U is for umbrellas. OK, definitely odd, but I have this fascination with seeing abandoned, broken umbrellas strewn along sidewalks or streets. I love to imagine a maniacal rage, during some torrential rainstorm, where someone just lost it and threw their umbrella to the wayside, swearing like a sailor. It makes me laugh when I see those umbrellas thinking about it that way. (Watch, you’re going to notice them now too.)
V is for Veep. That show…I just love it. And Venn diagrams. Love those too.
W is for writing. I’m spending most of my time doing this now, particularly when M is in school. I’m growing slightly nervous that I/we do not have a plan for this summer about how I am going to squeeze in these same number of hours once she’s done with school (especially with a new puppy underfoot), but I know it will work out one way or another. It always does.
X is for XX chromosomes. I admit it: I really, really love having a daughter. Especially this age she is right now. It’s wonderful.
Y is for you. I come to this space because you do too. Thank you.
Z is for Zoe. And we cannot wait for her to snuggle with us.
Copyright (c) 2015 Kristen M. Ploetz