Supermoon

I felt more clarity, focus, and energy in the past week than I have felt in all of the rest of the weeks in the past year combined. And I figured out why: the full moon coincided with the spring equinox.

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Apparently this hasn’t happened since March 20, 1981, which—I’m glad you asked—I find especially significant because that occurred right after I was born. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN? I probably won’t be able to answer that without decades of therapy, meditation, and a dash of really good luck, so let’s leave it in the rhetorical camp for the time being.

I’m not one to check “the charts” regularly, so I didn’t even know about the supermoon deal until after the fact. Which, I think, makes the effect even more legit (amiright?) because wow, I was doing projects I had put off around the house, initiating meaningful conversations with my husband, and making headway on difficult issues at work, all on less sleep than I usually require to just get through a basic day.

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I think we might be waiting quite a while for the next time the moon and the equinox line up, so I’m going to focus on harnessing at least a bit of that energy and bringing it into my life more regularly. I don’t want to zoom around in a state of mania, but I do want to bring deliberate focus and clarity to my daily efforts. What a good feeling.

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Happy Sunday! Thanks for reading.


Madewell jeans (old season) // Bikini Lab swimsuit

Tired

Whenever I get tired, I can’t be funny or creative anymore. It’s the worst part of being tired, in my opinion. 

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I remember one time after my third child was born when I had just returned to work full-time. He was about ten weeks old (because America is ridiculous in that regard) and I was not getting more than five non-consecutive hours of sleep night after night after night. 

I was supposed to send an email to a large group of people, and I wanted to open it with something funny. After staring at my computer screen for a solid ten minutes (and reminding myself at least three times of what I was supposed to be doing) I finally announced to my office mate, “You know, I think I’ve forgotten how to be funny.”

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I tackled a very ambitious cleaning project this weekend and am as focused and stubborn as a mountain goat when I’ve got a project like that to accomplish. I don’t know exactly how many hours I worked without stopping, but I collapsed into my bed at midnight last night and woke up early to go at it again this morning. And I finished. But when it came to writing this blog post, whew, I guess I fractured my funny bone. 

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Happy Sunday eve! Thanks for reading.