04/08/2025
July: The Month I Took My Spine, My Sanity and My Saucepan for a Spin
Well, July pulled a fast one again. Blink and it’s gone, like my patience when someone says, “You’re still wearing that collar?” Yes, Karen. I am. It’s fashion and function.
This month, I decided to embrace my inner sloth (by medical requirement, of course)
Meetings? I showed up for two. I know, slow down, right? But one of them was with a fellow local VA who turned out to be an absolute gem. Imagine two virtual assistants unplugging from their online caves and meeting in the wild. It was healing. Possibly more healing than my actual physiotherapy.Izzy Pysanczyn Thank you!
Friendship audit? Completed it, mate. July taught me something big. You really learn who your people are when you’re horizontal and slightly broken. Turns out, “thinking of you” hits different when it’s actually followed by thought. So to those who reached out, checked in and remembered that I’m still human and not just a LinkedIn post, you’re the real MVPs. The rest? I’ve seen better loyalty in expired milk. We don’t do seasonal friends over here.
Culinary comeback of the century. I dusted off my (very expensive) culinary degree, and actually cooked. Why? Because my dad came to visit, and nothing says “I love you” like stress-sweating over a hot stove while pretending it’s all “fun.” Naturally, everyone loved it, which was the real tragedy. Now they think I should do it again. Weekly. As if I don’t have a full-time job being fabulous and spinally challenged.
Granddad + Grandson = Core Memories.
Watching my dad connect with my boy was something else. He’s a business-owning powerhouse, and this time he brought more than just hugs. He came with the kind of life advice they absolutely do not teach at school. Things like: don’t be afraid to ask questions, collaborate, try and fail, then try again. There isn’t always one right answer, and sometimes the smartest move is just exploring your options and backing yourself, even if no one else sees the full picture yet.
Mobility? Low. Spirit? Sky-high.
I may not be doing backflips at the playground, but running on a carousel (at least emotionally) with my son felt like a full Olympic event. Small wins. Big laughs. Slight dizziness. Worth it.
So July might have looked chill, but in reality? It was soul-refreshing, occasionally spine-crunching and filled with the kind of people (and pasta) that make life good. Here’s to friends who show up, food that heals, and reminding everyone that even in a neck brace, I’m still a FORCE to be reckoned with😈