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Continue reading →: snowless winterIt feels strange to say this in February, but winter barely feels like winter this year. I keep waiting for that first real storm—the kind that blankets everything in white and muffles the world into silence—but so far, it hasn’t come. We’ve had a few teasing moments. A couple of…
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Continue reading →: bright lights, crowds, and soccer, oh my!Packing for a quick trip to Las Vegas used to mean planning outfits, scouting restaurants, and mapping out fun things to do between games like sightseeing or wandering The Strip. Now, living with Fibromyalgia means something very different: calculating energy like it’s currency and deciding, carefully, how I can afford…
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Continue reading →: changing my mind
For years, I insisted I didn’t need a robot vacuum. I told myself it was lazy. Unnecessary. A gadget for people who didn’t want to “properly” clean their homes. I have three dogs, a perpetually dusty house, and Fibromyalgia — but still, I clung to the idea that if I…
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Continue reading →: learning to fail
January always arrives dressed in possibility. Clean planners. Fresh goals. Bold declarations: This is my year. And yet, here we are in February and I’m already “failing.” Not because I lack discipline or that I don’t want it badly enough. But because I live with Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome…
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Continue reading →: O Christmas TreeThe day after Thanksgiving is when I like to put up our Christmas tree. It’s just the way I prefer things and more so since we’ve started hosting Thanksgiving. Solely focusing on preparation for Thanksgiving is time consuming and I’ve found that lately, I’m not much of a multitasker. I’ve…
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Continue reading →: i’m a quitter…for nowI don’t know about you, but the holiday season sparks a burst of creativity in me. My Pinterest boards fill up, craft supplies magically multiply, and my brain buzzes with visions of handmade gifts, wreaths, ornaments, quilts, candles, cards—beautiful things that warm the season with personal meaning. But somewhere between…
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Continue reading →: …and so it beginsI know it’s already come and gone, but every year, when the calendar marks the official first day of autumn, something shifts inside me. Kind of like how the trees in our neighborhood go from this… To this… It’s not just the shortened days or cooler air, which inevitably leads…
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Continue reading →: living in 6-month increments
Every six months, my calendar has a date circled in red—a mammogram. Not because I’m at the recommended screening age or because I’m just keeping up with routine health checks, but because about 3 years ago, suspicious images showed up on my annual mammogram. And so, instead of once a…
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Continue reading →: the last first day of high school
School started last week and it’s been full throttle since. Not only did my youngest J start his senior year (wait, what?), but his season for competition soccer also kicked off. Unfortunately for me, my baby doesn’t like taking pictures, so I don’t have any to commemorate the day. It’s…
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Continue reading →: vacation from my vacationVacations are supposed to leave you refreshed, recharged, and ready to face the world again. For most people, coming home means unpacking, maybe doing a little laundry, and basking in the happy glow of new memories. I live with fibromyalgia, so the end of vacation means I need a vacation…
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