Inside Gigi's World

Happy 2021!

I am happy to see most of you alive and well. 

I can not lie, as we were laying in bed last night watching the countdown began, I braced myself. For what you ask? I’m still not sure. Flying monkies? Snakes on a plane? Sword-wielding, glitter shitting, ninja fighting crickets? 

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5…..(gasps for air and braces for impact)

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1….. Happy New Year!

I waited a minute to watch the bedroom clock catch up to Time’s Square and when it did and nothing eventful happened except bed, I figured it was officially safe to say we made it through another year. 

2020, the year that became a meme, a bad joke and a Stephen King story, fast and all at once, was now a vision in the rear view mirror. I’m just hoping the driver of the car doesn’t pull over until 2020 is a little further out of sight.

If I am being honest, I swore 2020 was going to be “my” year. 

I had all these resolutions I made, nothing good enough that I can even remember. 

But per usual, I had my 2020 calendar filled out months in advance with mom shit, random appointments, nothing really for myself however. 

February came and a friend encouraged putting goals onto paper, so I did. And then February turned into March and March brought Covid and quarantine.

Needless to say, resolutions were the furthest thing from my mind and it instantly became about keeping everyone safe and healthy.

Having anxiety, you literally think of every awful thing that could ever possibly happen. 

In all of my thoughts, all the things my sick and twisted little mind could conjure up, a pandemic wasn’t even close.

Life as we knew it came to a halting crash so fast it felt like we could hardly even brace ourselves for it. 

I thought for sure I would be more jaded over this year. I thought I would have hated every second of it. 

There were some not so great moments, that is for sure. But if I am being honest, there were a lot of things we got to do as a family, things we got to enjoy together. 

J. and I grew things from seeds. Something every child should do at least once. To see something come to life from a little seed you held in your hand, that is magic. 

We were able to slow down and spend time together. There was no dance, no sports, no work, no parties, no concerts. Life as we knew it was changed. There were however, game nights and I was caught up on laundry. The kids were happy to hang out with each other and we played in the soil and sun, smelled and felt the warm sun in a slow, lazy way with no urgency like we were able to when we were kids. The days all just melted into one long never ending day, with play and lunches outside and tie dye shirts covered in soil. 

We all tried new things, R. his hand at grilling and fishing.

J. worked on her painting and photography.

And one of my biggest Flexes of 2020 you ask, I got to eat lunch with a shark.

Then eventually life started to return to the new “normal”, life has caught up with us again and as the rest of the year ripped right past us, I was left asking myself what, if anything at all, I thought I was going to realistically achieve in 2021.

Every year I pick the most random resolutions and after about a day or two all of my resolve dissipates into thin air like breath on a freezing January New England morning. 

So I have been really thinking about what it is I would like to take from 2021. 

1. I want to read a new book every month.

2. Write more. 

I love to write. I have journals all over the place. I would like to make time to do it a little more consistently. 

3. Finish my sleeve, maybe even start another one 

4. Wear more lipstick.

I love to wear lipstick. And although these masks and lack of places to go have really put a damper on that I want to wear more lipstick.

5. Take an art or photography class

6. Visit 3 new places.

7. Purge all my unwanted shit.

8. Work on self care

9. Spend more time with people who make me happy.

10. Give more hugs

^^This will be a lot harder than it sounds. I really like my own personal bubble. This one right here is going to take some effort.

11. Drink more water.

Ugh, more water. I thought I had a pretty good water intake but I realized I was not drinking the recommended 64oz.

So I ordered my new 64oz water bottle. Which in the picture listed on Amazon made this water bottle look so cute and adroable, it had all these little motivational sayings next to suggested times to drink like “7am-Good Morning” and “1pm-Keep Chugging”.

When the box arrived it was the size of a casket, I thought to myself, a bit excessive. Until I pulled the bottle out, it is almost as tall as I am, which, by human standards is not that tall, however in a water bottle it is massive. 

I have filled up that water bottle and drank all 64ozs. But what kind of satanic shit is this? It is like a form of torture. 

I am still pissing. The last suggested serving time is 9pm. 9PM!! I already have to stop all fluids by dinner or I am up all night peeing. 9PM?!?! I wouldn’t sleep for the next week.

I am pretty sure I am turning into a mermaid.

12. Take more pictures

13. Cut back on chocolate. Not quit it completely, I am trying to succeed, not fail miserably. 

14. Appreciate the small things 

15. Finish my cross stitch project for J.

And most of all

16. Just be me. 

R. asked me a question today, “Mom, what’s the number one rule for 2021?”

My reponse to him, “That we never speak of 2020 again”

Wishing everyone a safe and happy 2021, whatever that may look like for you.

Always, Gigi