Dear Max and Rebecca
Just because I don’t write regularly to you guys doesn’t mean I’m not thinking, feeling or doing, or that I’ve lost my motivation to share some inspiring, witty or random thoughts and experiences with you.
This year feels like May already. It’s been intense, and I’ve long forgotten the smell of the sea and evening G&Ts. It’s not a complaint, but it’s an observation at how swiftly the month has gone already, and how entrenched so many people seem to be in the hustle already.
- I started a new job, where day one seemed like day 30.
- I did more running mileage in a month that I’ve done in more than 2.5 years. I *might* run a marathon on Sunday, just to get it in my legs, and to get my head accustomed to the distance (my mind isn’t at strong as it used to be in getting me up the hills, or even across the flats). I’m not going to put pressure on myself to qualify – I still have two more marathons before the end of February to try nail that
- I signed up for a French course at Alliance Francaise. I’ve been keen to do one for years, but the time has never been “right”. I’ve realised the time is never going to be “right”, so what the hell. Let me add another hobby/love/time snatcher to my already time-strapped week. I’m so excited though. And since we’ve postponed our Paris trip until next year, this gives me a chance to get proficient in saying “I’d like a vanilla macaron please”.
- Rebecca, you have started sleeping through. And falling asleep on your own. And going to bed at a regular time, around 7.30pm. We hit the trifecta, and it’s incredible for everyone (Rebecca, I’m pretty sure you are happier too in this routine)
- Max, you started grade three, and as always, you’re the big little dude we never really have to worry about. You fitted it, and you seem to adjust to everything with ease.
- We found a playschool for Rebecca. I think this needs its own blog post next week, once school has started (and the tears – mine – have been wiped away).
- I’ve been averaging about six hours of sleep every night. Between early-morning wakeups to get to races, and staying up late working, I’m getting less shut-eye than I’d like. Related: I’m drinking more coffee per day, and at work, because I’m so, um, particular, I bring my own Bodum and ground coffee to make a decent cup/s.
- Andrew became Jewish. I’m not sure I’ve ever shed so many happy, proud and inspired tears over one leadup and event before. Even typing this makes me a little weapy
- My Apple Watch broke. After a two-and-a-half year marriage, the unit split from me – it popped out and smashed to the floor. Yesterday I wore a Swatch swatch (I’m surprised the battery still works) and when I got home I took it off to try and charge it on the Apple Watch charger Digital age indeed…
- I hauled out my DSLR and started taking pictures with it again. There are a few online courses I’ve bookmarked to try and finally learn how to take a semi-decent pic, and rely on my iPhone less (the two pics below were however taken with my iPhone).
You two have been the consistent lights this month, reminding me of all that’s good, and reminding me to leave the worry at work, and to focus more on the stuff that shines, than the people whose actions are tarnished.
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