It’s fall and I’m pleased, really pleased. This is without a doubt, my favourite season. I love the cooler weather, even though I know what follows is the harshest and longest of all the seasons in our Northern Alberta calendar.
We’ve been on a full out spring since August though, seriously – where did summer go? School is officially back in session, and while it doesn’t mean anything to us, since A is just two and a half, it still seems significant. September, I love you.
We are in the throes of potty training. Some days are awesome, some days I want to collapse on the floor and refuse to clean up anymore puddles of pee. But that would be gross, and smelly. So, I guess I’ll keep cleaning up the pee. Probably a good idea to continue on with my efforts to make my apartment look less like someone is squatting here, and more like a semi-successful adult lives here (see also: adulting).
Next week marks a year of life for Kick Point. Happy Birthaversary Kick Point! I feel tired, overwhelmed and grateful just thinking about all of the things that the last year has held. But we made it! Prosecco for everyone. Or just me. That’s cool too. Work is going well. We’re busy, so busy – but that’s the best kind of problem an entrepreneur can have.
After a summer off from derby, I started going to yoga. Surprised? I was too. I had only ever done yoga as a piece of other programs and clinics. Long discussions with two of my yogi friends made me think that perhaps yoga would be exactly the change that I needed after such an intense year/spring/summer. And they were right.
I picked up a two-week unlimited pass for a local studio, and within two classes, I knew that I would be upgrading to a monthly unlimited. I slip and slide all over my mat, and often feel like an elephant trying to balance on a thimble, but it makes me feel whole. And somehow, it’s helping me to take things as they come instead of wishing things were different or better etc.. Yoga. It’s rad.
In ten days I’m heading back to New York. The small touristy taste I got at Blog Her last summer was more than enough to convince me that I need a return trip. This time around I’m not flying Air Canada, so hopefully my trip will only actually take the 7-8 hours it should. I’ll be staying in Harlem and will have a week to explore at my leisure. Naturally, I’m a little nervous to travel solo and stay with a couple I’ve never met (thanks to the wonders of AirBnB), but it’s the good kind of nervous. The “yeah-you-need-to-do-this-because-it-will-be-amazing” nervous.
Plus, I finally get to meet Sarah K. – which will be amazing. I kind of love that New York is turning into the place that I get to meet all of my amazing friends. Two years running, this could turn into an annual event if I’m not careful.
And on that note, time to go pull the quick bread out of the oven. Someone send me a cake tester?