I don’t know about you, but this week has felt like a particularly long one. I’ve had some stressful things to deal with lately and it feels like they took up all my time this week. Right now, however, it is time to seize the weekend.
Last year, I celebrated my first COVID birthday. It was a low-key affair because, well, we were in the middle of a pandemic. My husband found a way to make it special in his own way that ended up with me getting dozens of texts, some from young adults who were once my students. Back then, all I had to worry about was not catching the virus and where we could find toilet paper.
This weekend, I’m celebrating my second COVID birthday and things are so much different. Mr. Taleteller and I are both vaccinated now and while we still worry a bit about catching the virus, we’ve learned that there are other things to worry about, as well. My perspective has changed a lot in the last year. Last year, celebrating my birthday didn’t seem like such a big deal in the midst of all the other things that were happening. This year, it feels really important to be able to celebrate another trip around the sun.
Today, two of my sisters-in-law are coming over to help us try to get the garden back under control. Last year, I am not sure I would have been able to accept the help. I know for sure that I would not have been able to consider having anyone over to the house when I haven’t been able to clean it in months. This year, I’ve learned that accepting help isn’t just good for you, it’s good for the people who offer it, too. Instead, I’m going to enjoy the company and appreciate the improvement to the garden and yard.
I’m going to enjoy some time with the dogs, with Mr. Taleteller, and with my family. I hope there will be cake and lots of it. My fingers are crossed that I might get some time out in the kayak. I’m going to smile more and worry less. If the dogs get me a birthday present, I’ll be sure to enjoy it to the fullest. After the year I’ve had, I’m going to celebrate all weekend with no regrets.
We’re all constant works in progress, and that includes me. A year from now, I’ll be close to being done with chemo as well as being closer to being a special education teacher. I’ll have had another surgery or two and I will hopefully have another boob by then. In some ways, that seems far away, but in other ways, it feels like it will be here before I know it. This last year has certainly been a whirlwind. I don’t think any of us could have predicted the last year, so I’m excited and cautiously optimistic to see what the next year will bring. I’m thankful for the dogs, Mr. Taleteller, my sister and so many friends around the world who have helped me keep my sanity and make it to this birthday. I would be crazy not to celebrate it and seize the weekend. So, I ask of all of you to enjoy it as well and I hope that whatever you do, you enjoy the heck out of it!