As we neared the end of winter early in 2020, and the first signs of spring were sprouting, we discussed how we wanted to define this year during one of our longer walks. The quarantine had only just begin and the first rush of travel cancellations and postponed plans had been grudgingly agreed to. A wealth of free time was now on our hands. We asked ourselves what would we do to not go crazy and we elected on making this a year of self-improvement. Those long delayed “some day” aspirations would start getting daily attention, others at least once a week; but whatever we could manage under a lockdown, would get our time and focus.
What can I say about the 3rd week of 2009, well, um, TIRED. Being as tired as I was this week does not bold well for the rest of the year; but, to be fair, I can attribute a lot of the exhaustion to helping friends move in and set up furniture, work, exercise, and social outings.
This week I discovered something beautiful. Not more beautiful than Angela, that is impossible. I found that there are still stories in music that can move me like the cool wind hitting your skin while sitting in a half broken beach chair at sunset with the golden orange sky exploding all around you and love two feet away sighing breaths like smoke clouds composed of moments of relaxation and anxiety that it will soon come to an end.
This week has been so rewarding because I have seen a number of examples of people sacrificing and working as a team for the betterment of everyone. First there was Angela and her friends doing the spin class together on Saturday. I believe whole heartedly that strong and positive fitness buddies help each person achieve new levels.