Hello friends/people who read this blog!
Just wanted to write a quick little update since I haven’t posted since JULY… oops.
Life has been getting sweeter and sweeter in my corner of the world, but recently I’ve had a hard time recognizing it. I’m still struggling to find my path in life- to find a career that I love, to find motivation to be adventurous, to find the time to be healthy. For a while it was easiest for me to just enjoy life passively while it flew by me.
But about a week ago I had surgery (on my bum, which is just hilarious to try to explain to strangers), and it changed my world view just enough to be massively helpful. I went into the operating room terrified of anesthesia and knives and the whole idea of someone cutting into me, frustrated that I was about to be out of commission for two weeks, and really friggin thirsty. I came out of surgery blissfully happy, in no pain, and ah… okay yeah it was probably the drugs. But in all seriousness, I was so happy for some reason. When I got back home I had my mom, my boyfriend, my dog, and a huge dish of lasagna. My mom made me ELEVEN crockpot meals to keep in my freezer so I could focus on healing instead of cooking, let me show her my entire Pinterest wedding board, and played Settlers of Catan with me for the first time. My dad came over the next day and made banana cream pie from scratch, played the first piano/guitar duet in our new house, and… played Settlers of Catan with me for the first time. (I have a new favorite board game, guys.) Two of my best friends checked up on me and my butt and let me complain about the absurdity of my wound. My boyfriend waited on me hand and foot, listened to my constant whine of “my butt hurts”, and massaged all of my weird surgery aches.
I felt really, really happy.
For the past five or six years, I’ve constantly felt like I was waiting for something, like my life was just a transition period before the good stuff started happening. Now finally I feel like I’ve arrived at that point I was waiting on for so long. No, I definitely do NOT have my life figured out, but what I do have is the best family on the planet. It just took me a while to figure out that that was the end goal all along.
I’m still in pain and grumpy and there are stitches in my butt (WHICH REALLY SUCKS) but life is so so so good. I’ve got a puppy and friends and family and a house and a bed and I am alive.
I guess the point of all of this is to say that I’m thankful to butt surgery for making me realize how ridiculously lucky I am.
That’s all folks