I got a little burned out from the 30 Days of Thankful. I’m still thankful, but glad to not have the pressure to post every day.
So now we can catch up on what I didn’t write when I was being so thankful.
-I’m tired of finals. It’s horrible for me to admit, but I am. Sick of it, and I’m not even the one in school! Mr. Right does a fantastic job juggling school, work, and me, but finals means a month of intense studying… there’s just no way to get around it. Which means many nights I go to bed and he’s still downing coffee and pouring over books. I’m proud of his hard work, and I’m happy to say that it ends TOMORROW!
We’re going to celebrate with a big night out. It’s what we do. And this semester is definitely worth celebrating (he had a really good semester).
-I got to teach my old Sunday School class last Sunday, and I’ll teach again this Sunday. My how I’ve missed it. But I’m also confident that it’s not what I’m supposed to be doing right now… that this chapter in my life’s book is meant for ESL. For now. But the occasional teaching still warms my soul.
-Mr. Right got a promotion. I’m not sure I’ve mentioned it yet…but he did. And I’m so proud of him.
-I’m having a disorganized Christmas. I have so many projects I want to do for my house and for gifts, but they’re all half done. So is my shopping… and the last of my Christmas cards. I’m not really sure how to finish any of it. But even so, this has been a particularly wonderful, quiet Christmas, and in the end, felt wreaths and hand-sewn cards aren’t the reason for the season anyway.
-Mr. Right made me cornbread last night… he just took a box of Jiffy, added half a can of corn, one can of mild green chiles, and cheese. Oh my word, it was to die for. My New Year’s Resolution is going to be to eat cornbread every night.
-I’m two weeks in to our half marathon training… Saturday I was supposed to run four miles and barely walked two. Fail (I blame it on a killer headache). But last night I was supposed to run three and went for the fourth… and if felt fantastic. I had completely forgotten that the first three miles are hellish, and then something clicks and miles four through eight are absolutely fantastic. I guess that’s what they call “runner’s high.” My fourth mile felt amazing, which is encouraging because I was starting to second-guess this decision to run a half marathon. And I burned 455 calories… which made me feel less guilty about eating TWO pieces of cornbread.