That, my friends, is a sprained ankle. My middle name is grace, and I got it from my mama.
Not really, my middle name is Ann, but my mom did pass along her tendency for the klutz-like tendencies that make this type of thing, well, a thing.
Truthfully, I didn’t need this….ever. But definitely not right now. I’m in the middle of the biggest foreclosure/liquidation that I’ve ever had to deal with, and it promises to eat up almost every waking hour until well after Thanksgiving. Which is why I haven’t written anything in almost 2 weeks.
But that’s life. And sh*t happens.
So I ice it, I pop Aleve, and I go on with my days, little by little making progress and going ahead and listening to my Christmas playlist if I want to, dammit, because I’ve earned the simple joys.
I have come to appreciate many things during this injury and threat to my overall sanity throughout this stressful time. Such as:
My daughter being homeschooled. With her being ahead in her work, I’m able to take some of her free time to come help me inventory and move items around for a large sale I’ll be managing in a couple of weeks. She’s been a real help to me and I’m enjoying the extra time with her, even if it is work-related.
My husband. He spent yesterday cleaning the house while I worked, and I came home to clean floors and de-clutteredness. Which goes a long way for my mental health. I’ve been gone more than I’ve been home these last 2 weeks. Walking into a sparkly home last night with a freshly cleaned yard gets me excited to put up Christmas decor and start welcoming the Advent season. He has also helped inventory and move heavy items and has just generally been my rock. He’s a good one. And he looks hella cute in overalls.
My help. I have a crew of guys that work for me on foreclosed properties. We’ve spent a lot of time together the last couple of weeks and they have proved, over and over again, why they’re the best. Keeping my spirits up and always willing to do whatever I need to do my job at an optimal level.
My family and friends. The ones that, even though I’ve been MIA from their lives, know that I’m here and will still love me when I finally settle back into a more normal routine.
My coworker. She was my assistant until I promoted her this year, and she’s proven why. Taking the reins and being my solid right-hand woman. A strong partner that I depend on more and more each day.
My bed. I’ve slept better the last week than I have in a month. I credit a new regimen of progesterone and being exhausted every night, still, insomnia, which tends to creep up on me in times of stress, has NOT been some of the sh*t that happens of late.
My car. I purchased Giselle about 20 months ago and I’ve put her to the test. I feel like we’ve been around the world together 3 times over, and I HAVE put over 50K miles on her. But I do enjoy not having to worry about my vehicle when I’m on the road so much. Especially in this monsoon of an autumn that we are currently experiencing.
So maybe this is my Thanksgiving list, just a week or so early, and it’s certainly not comprehensive. But I have a lot to be grateful for. And I am.