Facebook’s “this time last year” feature keeps reminding me that I really should be on a beach somewhere by now.
It me, last year this time.
For the last five Decembers, I’ve spent time at the ocean – either in Florida or the Caribbean or Bonaire. While I spent my epic diving vacation pennies for the year already on Cozumel (and I am taking my sweet time editing those photos or I’d have posted about it already… sigh…), and I certain haven’t been short on the traveling, it feels like something is missing when it’s December 10th and I have been nowhere near a beach.
I’m spoiled, I realize this. But my mood has been a smidgen more melancholy and I’ve been affected by the seasons changing because of it. It’s still over 100 days until our next trip. We’ve discussed a long weekend in Florida in February simply to eat as many Publix sandwiches and squeeze in as many dives as possible (priority in exactly that order), but either way, it’s a while until we get to blow bubbles.
Fishies, I’m coming for you in APRIL!
We’re trying to make the best of it by taking a long weekend popup trip to Fredricksburg, and I’m excited to try out some cold weather camping. We plan to ride bikes all over the Texas hill country, hit up some of the wineries in the area, and check out the Christmas festivities in town. And, of course, all the normal camping fun – reading, games, and maybe I’ll even break out the paints? Anything could happen!
I plan to take a complete and total social media detox those days. I’ve been a little too wrapped up in it lately and my sanity can definitely use the radio silence. I KNOW I need this when I start negotiating with myself that I’ll just log on to post pictures and then log off. Nope. If I’m struggling with this, it’s imperative that I disconnect fully. I really just need everything (besides my lovely husband) in my life to shut the eff up for a while. Time to cut the cord.
It me this December, hopefully
I have a few days off solo before camping. I plan to sleep, to ride bikes to places to take pretty pictures, to start running a little longer and more often but only if it sounds fun, to practice my music, to edit a few photos, possibly go shopping and/or clean out my closet, and possibly, maybe, crack open my book to edit, or maybe just lay in bed and read. I’m not sure which of these I will actually get to, but I’m really excited to find out!
I feel as if I’m writing this post simply for posterity, because I can barely put words together about things right now (not a good sign for book editing). As for the usual weekly banter, one bike, run, swim, and weights session per week continues to be what I’ve been able to negotiate with myself as offseason activity. It’s enough to keep competent at everything but not to improve. Which is TOOOOTALLY fine. There’s a time and a place for that and it’s 2019 for the most part, maybe a little more running before then because I’m signed up for a half marathon in like 5.5 weeks I want to complete without dying, but I have no ambitious goals.
Real talk: I’m super unmotivated on the diet side of things. I’ve probably put on 1-2 lbs legit (not water weight) since Waco and I still haven’t yet calmed the eff down with the staying up late and indulging in holiday cocktails (holiday cocktails = whiskey in a glass, just in December!). I haven’t really been tracking my food. I haven’t been eating massive quantities, but I also haven’t really been watching myself at all. I’m a little cranky that I feel kind of puffy but I also can’t be arsed to care too much. It might be easier once I’m done with work for the year, but I highly doubt it unless I keep myself super busy because the kitchen is like RIGHT THERE, YO.
Gratuitous Iguana in the tree shot because holidays.
I sound rather grumpy about this whole thing, even to myself, but honestly, I’m just kind of… tired. And sort of in awe that I’m tired when I am doing so little right now, but I suppose it’s just indicative of what a year it’s been overall. Despite my ennui right now, I am really looking forward to my 19 day vacation and all the amazing things it will entail. I just am too lethargic to do the dance of joy about it yet.
Long winters nap, I will be in you soon. And then, hopefully, I will wake up at some point.