I've taken the measurements
snapped the pictures
taken stock of what is right now
in all of its glory:
a body miraculous, recovering from its greatest triumph,
sagging where it fostered life
pulling itself together from a massive stretch.
I've developed a fabulous game plan,
picked the strategy
dedicated my waking hours
to my boy
to my love
to my work
to working out.
people lately have been asking where I am getting all of this time,
how I am making and doing so much with a little one
and here is my answer:
I have a wonderful husband, wonderful family and a calm little boy (on most days).
I have cut out anything extraneous from my life
spending my time like it's gold -
-no-
more precious, even:
platinum.
Hours that go too fast, watching my boy discover his hands, holding my gaze with a smile,
my heart wrapped in damp chubby digits
tooling while he sleeps, fantastic ideas I run for and catch like fireflies...
talking on the phone with people I love
kissing my husband, healing the thousand tiny cracks that parenthood makes in our daily lives...
.
.
Anthony told me about Navy Seals one night when I worried out loud that my work ethic is too balls-to-the-wall (in spite of the fact that I love my pace), how they are trained harder than a body ever should be in order to discover that their capabilities are greater than they knew: it's ok, he assured me, as long as I know when to take it easy.
It's been intense lately: inspiration running hot and heavy
like birthday sex and I am dancing fast just to keep up with it.
There are bags in the works, clutches
necklaces
earrings...
a giveaway to end all giveaways....oh, yes...
so.
On my tombstone it very well may read "Rested poorly"
a fitting epitaph, really
but I have my own Mama to remind me when I get too stringy-
"Stay in bed today" she says, hearing that dull edge from 2,000 miles away
and then I do.
I promise, Mom!
All this to express...something defiant to spite a fear, it would seem:
asserting my right to a natural rhythm, saying that it's okay to strive
bubbling and excited about this upcoming month ( 2 days in!) of a concentrated fitness re-set
Maintaining that I am allowed (in spite of feeling a lack of cultural permission as a new mom, but that's a whhhhooolllle 'nother post...) to claim the power coursing through my creative vein
until it dries up as it invariably does
making room for the fallow weeks ahead.
On that never-too-distant day I'll call the woman who gave me life
sounding like I ran across the Serengeti barefoot
and she'll send me under the covers with a good book
and I will obey...
but for now there is much ass to kick
and precious hours to do so!
but for now there is much ass to kick
and precious hours to do so!
xoxo,
A