Another week of Simple September has come and gone! Most nights I found myself scrambling to think of something to post, which isn’t *quite* what I had in mind when I developed Simple September (#StressedAboutPostingSeptember?). So, my goal for this week is to be more mindful of my surroundings throughout the day. In other words, sloooooooooooow down. And pay attention. (Because how else will you know if you have toilet paper in your teeth? Check out the last video.)
Without further ado…
September 8, 2025
My maniacal princess!
September 9, 2025
Steroid September is officially underway. Today I’m tired, jittery, overheating, and feel like I could pick up a car with my bare hands. I’ve also succumbed to the steroid insatiable-ness. If I see it, I might eat it. I just had some chunks of extra sharp white cheddar straight off the block. It was everything I dreamt it would be.
Now I’m doing extra respiratory therapy and pretending that this nighttime tea will quell my current desire to do overhead presses with the coffee table.
I’m self-soothing by rapidly tapping my feet, and it’s helping a bit. So where’s the simplicity in all this? Well, I’m grateful that my schedule allows me the flexibility to listen to my body as I navigate this health blip and these side effects.
I’m thankful I could get these prescriptions with ease, even if they’re making me feel slightly possessed. And while it’s too early to tell, I’m hoping this is the Simple September fix I need to stay off of IV antibiotics.
Time to go scream some bedtime affirmations into my pillow! ROAR!
September 10, 2025
This Polaroid was taken a year ago at a wedding reception. It popped up in my photo memories this week, and I paused to take it in.
It’s as though this photo captures my essence—or maybe just how I want to be seen. The woman in this photo seems sneaky yet wise, confident yet authentic.
Over the last several years, I’ve struggled to connect with the person I see in the mirror. I’ve looked at my reflection and hardly recognized myself. Sometimes I saw a person who’d “been through it,” and other times I saw someone who looked sickly. But whoever I saw was always a little unfamiliar—there was a miscommunication of sorts.
I’m working to reconnect with myself, and I like to think I’m making progress. Writing plays a big part in that process, and I’m thankful for those who take a few minutes to read my words. You help me feel connected to this world.
💜 🌎 ✍️
September 11, 2025
A good approach.
Today, tomorrow, and always.
September 12, 2025
This morning I widowed around with two other widows, talking about how widowing is going four and five years of widowhood later. So widowy.
We agreed that “widow” is a label we’ll always carry with us, and that we want it to be that way. It keeps us connected to the loves that we lost and reminds us of the lives we had before.
I would have never predicted I’d one day call myself a widow. But now I don’t ever want to shed the title.
It’s part of my story. 💙
September 13, 2025
Magpie wants for nothing.
September 14, 2025
I’m just out here trying to navigate the world.
Thanks for following along!
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