But I've not been quite myself.
The winter has been kicking my butt. Our butts. Like most people, we've been dealing with sickness out the whazoo, being cooped up in our house for days on ends, and quite literally, feeling a bit trapped inside.
While I am a self-proclamined 'homebody' and most definitely prefer a few good days "in" a week...I'm over it. So over this weather. Being stuck inside. Feeling in a funk of sorts.
This week has brought a little bit of relief around here. The sun has been shining. The weather is still in the 40's, but its amazing how that feels quite warm compared to our almost-tundra-like days. It's all about perspective, right?
I've just felt more me again.
I'm opening the blinds more and soaking up the sun. Getting out of my yoga pants & going out. Being more spontaneous. Or at least, trying.
For instance, yesterday I had zero plans to do anything, go anywhere, nada...nothing...zilch.
I honestly had planned on staying in my comfies all day, relaxing with my little girl.
But, something about this age of my daughter, though? I'm obsessed with. Holy, goodness. Nine months is a caaaUUte phase. Honestly, I'd like to bottle it up forever and ever and ever and ever. It's that good.
I came across a coupon for our local in-mall photo studio (aka: the picture peeps), and on a friggin whim, called them, scheduled an appointment for fast forward one hour, and that was that.
I didn't even let my brain process it. Not even at all. Hardly a tiny bit. If I thought about it for too long I would have came up with umpteen excuses as to why not go.
I hadn't even planned her headbands or outfits for days like I'd normally do.
You know what?
It didn't matter. It was so fun. It was empty. The place was dead. Everyone was in a valentines-day-after-coma, I do believe.
I sat back, let the photographer work her little professional magic, and I? I did nothing. I smiled in amazement that the little beauty sitting on that studio backdrop was mine. My heart kind of leapt every time she giggled, smiled, made her squishy face or clapped at the photographer.
Something about watching from the sidelines was really nice this time. Really, really nice.
I felt kind of renewed again. Getting out. Being spontaneous. Watching my girl eat up the camera for someone else other than her momma. Was so good.
And so what if I got suckered into a little bit more than the coupon? I mean, if this is the closest thing I can get to bottling up this age, then heck, so be it.