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I honestly feel like I JUST wrote that last blurb and yet, it’s been almost a month. I’d ideally like to get back in the habit of writing here daily or kinda/sorta daily but I may be pushing it.

I was thinking recently about prayer. Specifically, when I pray with specificity, God shows up. Always. And it’s not like rubbing a magic lamp with a genie inside – but often I am surprised at how my prayers manifest. Which, seems ridiculous because I believe in God and that power in my life.

SHARP SUBJECT CHANGE

I went to the gyno yesterday and my new doctor is great. FANTASTIC, really. Last week I burned myself with coffee (thanks, Starbucks!) and she definitely asked me several times if domestic violence was an issue in my home and honestly? I appreciated that. Imagine that you needed or wanted someone to see you and you get that visibility at your annual visit.

Tomorrow I’m seeing Robyn with EK and I could not be more excited. It’s going to be so good, I am so thankful for her friendship.

I always wonder if I should write grey or gray. I know that one is more British than the other and I can never remember which. Oh, well. My sweet friend, Elle reminded me about this here blog yesterday with some very kind words. Sincerely, I miss it. Talking into the ether and cataloging my thoughts? I miss that. I did start trying to journal in 2017 but I turned that into more of some shorter gratitude lists, which I’m happy to be doing – but blogging is so different and I miss it. I need to stop making promises and just let it be what it is. Maybe I’ll give it a refresh soon. Maybe.

Today is such a gloomy day. So far I’ve eaten a cupcake and played fetch off and on with Shiro. For a long while she’d stopped being interested in playing but I love that she does it.

We got our date for our countertop installation and if all goes well and we can get our handyman to come the following day I’ll be cooking NEXT WEEK. I can not even begin to tell you how huge that is since we’ve been eating out for far, far too long.

I still can’t believe this is our house. Still. For all of it’s imperfections and all of what we have left to do – I love it. I love having this space in the world with The Ethiopian. I love that we can do whatever we want (when money allows!) and it’s ours. OURS!

It’s been such a long week. One of those weeks where every time you tune into any form of media, we have been bombarded with terrible news. I wonder if I will remember this week in ten year’s time. If I’ll look back at these words and remember exactly how I feel now; sad, frustrated, angry.

I always say that you have to choose happiness, and I still think that rings true but it can be so difficult to do that when everything in your periphery is tragedy. Wherever you are, I hope that you take a moment to appreciate how lucky we are to be here another day. I also hope that you take the time to do something that brings you joy. It’s so important for every aspect of our mental and spiritual health.