May — Things I Don't Want to Forget

When I sat down to think about May, I wasn't trying to write a review. I was trying to make a list of things I didn't want to forget. I expected to find two or three standout moments. Instead, I found page after page of memories. There were a few rough days, as there always are, but what surprised me most was how many good days were hiding in the month when I looked back.

 

Physically, I am doing very well. My blood sugar and blood pressure both moved into the normal range, at least according to my doctor. Aquafit has become part of my life rather than something I'm trying to establish. This week I completed almost an entire class without using the wall for balance support. I have established a 5,000-step baseline and reached almost double that on several occasions. My weight has remained steady at 196 pounds all month. Perhaps the most visible reminder came when I tried on a medium dress that I was sure wouldn't fit. It did, and comfortably.

The numbers only tell part of the story, though. More than once this month I caught myself noticing something that hasn't come easily in a long time: I was happy. Not every day and not all day, but often enough to notice. There is a bounce in my step that has been missing for years. Music has started finding its way back into my days. I laugh more. I sing more. One of the things that made me happiest was watching Nessa ( my daughter) decide to try Aquafit herself. Part of me is proud that my example may have helped, but mostly I am proud that she wants to take steps toward better health too.

Creativity found its way back into my life as well. I continued writing this blog, creating Pinterest content, working in my daybook, and began retraining some long-neglected visual design skills. The skills were rusty, but not nearly as rusty as I feared. It felt less like learning something new and more like returning to something familiar. There were moments of frustration, but there were also moments when I remembered that I knew more than I thought I did.

Not everything was easy. There were worries about people I care about, difficult conversations, and reminders that compassion and responsibility are not the same thing. I spent time looking at old patterns and old stories. At times I slipped back into habits I thought I had left behind. The difference this time was that I didn't stay there. When I look back at May, I don't see a happy month or a difficult month. I see a month where movement returned. A month where life felt a little bigger than recovery. And that's something I don't want to forget.

So I am stepping into June with gratitude for what May gave me. Not because everything was perfect, but because it reminded me that life can be bigger than recovery. June's theme is Summer Threads, and over the coming weeks I hope to collect small pieces of summer the same way I collected small victories in May—one ordinary day at a time.