Hello New Year, It’s Me!

It took me a while to figure out what to eat this morning for breakfast for the "first meal of the year." I know I shouldn't be creating this pressure for myself, but I at least wanted to try. Then I ended up with a banana, blueberries, a hard-boiled egg, a glass of kefir, and my beloved cup of black coffee.

For some reason (and I think this is partly due to a mild form of OCD), I feel like if I don't start this day right, the rest of 2022's 364 days will be doomed. I stopped myself from making a checklist of things to do, and yet, I went through our apartment like a madman: cleaning and organizing the refrigerator, cupboards, and other appliances; mopping the floors, cleaning the bathrooms, doing the laundry, washing my make-up brushes, and now writing content for my first post this year.

I try to do as much as I can in a day because I don't want to take my time and energy for granted. When you have IBD, your energy comes and goes. I tap on that energy when it's there (quick, before it runs out!) and let my body rest when it needs to rest, especially when I have to deal with a flare-up.

Then there's the gift of time. After a close friend of mine passed away last year from Covid, I thought of all the things he would've wanted to do but couldn't because he was sick, and now he can't do anything because he's gone. I can imagine him telling me, "Don't waste your time away. Get it together!".

Yes, my friend - that I'm trying to do.

So for 2022, I hope to make the most of every day. If I have the same energy as today, maybe you'll hear from me - or even better, you may receive a bag of freshly baked bread from my kitchen! And if you don't, that means I'm recharging, healing, or simply smelling the roses.