10/08/2026
Six weeks ago, I had a hysterectomy. I knew there would be some physical recovery involved, but I didn’t expect to spend so much time thinking about life.
For the first time in my adult life, I had six weeks where my only real responsibility was taking care of myself (and keeping Beaux fed). That’s a strange feeling after years of having somewhere to be and something to do.
I didn’t read all the books, paint all the paintings, or tackle all the projects I thought I would. Some days I rested. Some days I was restless. And some days I did absolutely nothing.
But somewhere along the way, I realized how much I enjoy my little life at home and how few things are really worth stressing over.
These six weeks gave me time to slow down, enjoy some unexpected connections, and appreciate the little things that can get lost in the busyness of everyday life.
I’m still figuring out what I want to do with the empty spaces in this season of life. And while I’m ready to get back to my routine, maybe I don’t want to return to quite the same routine I left behind.
Six weeks didn’t give me all the answers. But it certainly gave me a few things to think about.
And I’m happy to report that hiking is still not on the agenda. 😂