Anywhere But Here
One idiot's journey to embrace her heart never being in the same place as her body.
I have already achieved something pretty huge along the way, and that's my garden. I won't show you a photo of what it looked like before, but it was a wild mess. Last summer I decided to do something about it, and even though it's not NOLA themed in any specific way, it did kind of evolve into something a little of the vibe. I love it with all my heart, and taking care of the ever-multiplying array of plants has done wonders for my brain. It took a lot of work, and is something I'm incredibly proud of. It's an oasis of beauty when I need it most.
I even created my own "porch" and repainted my bistro set to perfectly match the one on the front stoop of the house I rented in New Orleans for the duration of my stay. It was the best way I could think of having a piece of that beautiful place here at home with me. Okay, so the patio is a little overgrown right now, but I plan to have taken care of that by the weekend!
Day one of my journey. All this came to me whilst I was on my way to the supermarket. We're currently experiencing some blisteringly hot weather, and for a big shop, I'd generally hop the bus there and back. Instead, I decided to embrace the sweat and do the trip on foot. I'm a weirdo who loves heat and humidity (crazy for a fair-skinned redhead, I know). And boy did I sweat. And it was glorious. It also made me feel a little better about my general level of fitness at the moment. I was really taking care of myself a few months ago, but then I badly sprained my ankle and was laid up for a couple of weeks. By the time I was making feeble attempts to get back into my workout routine, I got offered a three-week cat-sitting job and seriously needed the money. But that frakked up my routine something awful and there were no more laps around the park or workout sessions for me. I'm done with the job now, and getting back out there to pound some pavement at least shut up the voice in my head which was calling me a potato, on repeat.
Got back, unpacked, threw open my back door, and cranked up my Swamp AF playlist to fill the house with blues. Then started this blog. Promised myself I wouldn't waste a bunch of time like I usually would making it all fancy. The content is the point here, not showing off design skills!
And now to bash out a few tasks to fill my day:
It's unlikely I'll be updating this blog every day with a host of new ideas, and it's even possible I'll lose interest in the project in a couple of weeks. But let's be fair here, anything which makes me feel better, no matter how temporary, has to be a good thing!