It's a Good Life
Life has been pretty good personally the last month. I almost feel guilty saying that given the state of the world - but for now I’m just going to take a minute to sit back and reflect on the good. We went on our first long Grown-up only Friendcation and it was heaven! We went to Belize with some of our closest friends - we drank, we hung by the pool, we partied too much, we hugged, we slept in, we had much needed quality time. It was really kind of magical - I think it was a combination of being stuck in Covid jail the last few years, a great group of people, and the perfect setting that let us all be open to really connecting with each other. I feel like we all saw ourselves and everyone there in a different all positive light. Sure we missed Ruby but it was really nice getting that time away and being free from reality. To be honest I’ve been sort of riding that high ever since and it’s been glorious!
And then last Friday I went to SoulCycle. It was one of my first rides in awhile and the best part was no mask! It was so nice to see people’s faces and to be able to breathe - haha. As I walked in, Missy Elliott Lose Control was on and I just KNEW it was gonna be great ride. I got a bike right in the front row and I was ready for it. The class was perfection - the music, David’s words, the smiling faces - but the energy in the room - that was what made it. At one point, I realized that I was just so happy, so happy I started tearing up - and I let myself. I thought about our Belize trip and our friends who are our family. I thought about Edward and how lucky I am to have found him. I thought about Ruby and the beautiful little person she is becoming. I thought about the house we are turning into a home. I thought about my healthy body that is quite literally kicking ass in the front row of SoulCycle (right now). I thought about how amazing my life really is. And then I realized….that I was riding bike 7. And then I had an even bigger realization…. Not that long ago Bike 7 represented hope, love and strength which quickly changed to anger, grief, and the opposite of hope. And then I just let myself sit with all that for a moment….because it was a lot and kind of unexpected…. It’s funny how things can represent something in our mind (good or bad) and only “you” have the power to change that representation. Well I realized that this was it, I was ready - this was the moment Bike 7 (or the number 7 in general) became my friend again. So here’s to my fab life and lucky number 7!!
