Do you remember that disaster coaster I made three years ago? Of course you don't. You can click the link or you can take my word for it. Well, it died, and so did another pair of pajama pants, so I had another go.
So far, so lumpy.
I may have slightly had to raid the garbage can for scraps I'd thrown away when I didn't have quite enough.
Game Boy Nintendo DS XL for scale.That's a perfectly reasonable reference point, right?
Since last I blogged, I gave birth. My kid's 15 months old now. I spent the last 4 months of pregnancy and the first 10 months of my daughter's life with no energy to do anything.
Then, I started playing rugby. That was better, and once I'd started to do that I found do other things as well.
Today, I woke up at 5:45. My dawn alarm clock keeps losing time, and I need to fix it.
Instead of rolling over, I got up and made muffins. While they were in the oven, I dragged one of my boys out to the little green space two blocks from my house, for company, and ran sprints: Google maps suggests each is 240 feet; I measure them in lightpoles (and of those, I ran six sets of two lightpoles). It isn't much, but I sweat. I couldn't do it four months ago.
When I got back, my other boy had taken the muffins out of the oven. (He had crawled back into bed. He loves his sleep.)
Muffins. They have blueberries in.
Tonight, I re-read The Phantom Tollbooth. New books still seem too hard, like I'll risk too many emotions. I take the little victories.
I've been ruled by fear for too long. I can't say fear won't rule me again, but for now, there are muffins.