I haven’t been reading as much as I did last year, and I don’t know if I’ll hit my 100 book goal for 2020, but so far I’ve finished 44 books. I still love memoirs and self help, but I’ve been especially loving thrillers.
I haven’t been able to run for the last 6 weeks due to an injury, and I am still (Im)patiently waiting for it to heal. I have doubts that the marathon will happen as planned in January, but I did sign up for Wine and Dine’s virtual races last week. I can’t wait to do the 5k, 10k, and half marathon!
In other news, I’m officially divorced. I know that many of you have pieced that together, but I still get people writing me occasionally to get clarity on the situation. My soul is at peace, and my loved ones and God have been helping me heal.
My chronic pain/fatigue has been little to none, which is something I never thought would happen. I’ve begun to believe that unprocessed trauma greatly contributed to my illness. The physical pain was very real and at times unbearable, but I didn’t realize how much emotional pain can manifest in our bodies.
I’ve been working a lot, and I love my new job. I’m starting to feel settled and excited about my new career path.
My new room is my happy place. I’ve been able to style it exactly the way I like, and it’s a peaceful getaway in these chaotic times. It’s perfect for family game nights, late night talks, and for jamming out to Hamilton and Folklore on repeat.
Miraculously, I have had a good year. I know that people can find self improvement books corny, but they helped me navigate through all of life’s changes. They helped me get out of bed and fight. After reading 30+ self help books, the ideas can get a bit repetitive, but that repetition helped ingrain truth inside of me.
It’s okay to be hurting. It’s okay to have compassion for yourself. It’s okay to set boundaries. It’s okay to have a voice. It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay if life doesn’t look like how I thought it would. It’s okay to rebuild.