Hey y’all, it’s Friday, and these are my feelings.
Today my semester starts back with a day full of meetings and then classes on Monday. I mostly feel really sad to leave my awesome life of changing from night pyjamas to day-jamas and then back again, but a small part of me is, of course, singing this:
Tomorrow morning I have my first long run in a while and I am feeling pretty nervous. I used to be so hardcore, but I never really got intense again after the epic purple foot incident. 3 mile
run jog shuffle three times a week, you are my friend. Nothing more. Still, my friend Bethany talked me into the Cherry Blossom 10 Mile race so tomorrow I will be dragging myself through a five mile run.
Yesterday I was able to walk in the March for Life and I have so many feelings about it. I mourn that we live in a world where it is necessary, where unborn life is not the most protected, yet I am encouraged by how many people — how many young people — were out there marching. And I am impressed by how that march was the most civil and kind imaginable. Polite marchers, respectful of rules and police presence, careful to leave minimal trash in their wake, and gently sharing their message is not what usually makes the news but it is what typified that crowd. James read me this speech the other night and I can’t stop thinking about it. I walked with my friend Anna, who shared here about why she walks, about how losing a child at 17 weeks makes you see what people are destroying. Let us be the generation that truly takes a stand on human rights- all humans. Oh, and this is Anna’s sweet baby Mollie, from a Christmas shoot that I never got around to posting. Because having a baby at the march makes you more legit. Remember when she was just a week old?
Speaking of babies, my butterball of a nephew is coming to visit and I am PUMPED. Also pretty excited to see his parents, but I probably won’t hold them on my lap and squeeze their cheeks all weekend.
I am on day 12 of the Whole30 and I feel AWESOME. Also like I would love some cheese. But mostly awesome. I’m looking forward to sharing some of the recipes that are keeping us going.
I’m feeling like Downton Abbey probably should have stopped a couple seasons ago. Either that, or it needs to get its stiff British upper-lip back and stop with the drama. I would like it explained to me just what is so great with lady Mary????
Ok, I promise to go back to blogging long stories about brunch and less of these glorified lists. But for now, it’s Friday. What are your feelings?
First image via here, because I feel like all we get is rain (other than that one hour on Wednesday that got me all excited) and I would really like some snow.