Things I Learned in March

It's time for the monthly round-up of things I've learned...so here goes. It's been quite a month.

xoxo,
E

1. Thyroid issues are no joke...

...and I still pass out (literally!) when having blood drawn. Ugh. But seriously - a routine blood test for life insurance a couple of years ago alerted my doctor that my thyroid levels were low. It explained an awful lot, including weight gain and my constant, miserable, dragging tiredness. Medicine helped, but at a routine checkup this month, my levels had dropped lower...explaining my constant, miserable, dragging tiredness these past few months. After bumping up my dosage a bit, I feel like a completely new person. It's unbelievable. If something doesn't feel right in your body, listen to it. I knew my fatigue wasn't normal, and thankfully I have a great PCP who listens closely to what I say. You only get one body - take good care of it!

2. I can be comfortable in chaos

In college, I couldn't concentrate enough to study if so much as a hairbrush was out of place in my room. Having my belongings in boxes, my bookshelves bare, my kitchen nearly empty, and nothing where I'm used to it being has been quite a growing experience for me. I've learned it doesn't have to be perfectly tidy (although that will always be my preferred state), but I simply need a place to curl up and be quiet. As long as I can snuggle in my sofa with a book and ignore the chaos, I'll be fine. Frankly, that's good to know.

3. I do appreciate my hometown...a little

Under no circumstances do I actually want to live in High Point, but I'm very grateful to be from High Point. Having connections in the furniture industry has meant getting a superb deal on the world's comfiest Stearns and Foster king-size mattress and a bedroom suite, to say nothing of the table and hutch hanging out in my parents' basement. It's making it so much easier to turn our new house into OUR home, not just MY condo.

4. Je me ennui Tours.

I miss Tours (and France in general) more than I thought was even possible, considering we were only there six months. It actually physically hurts sometimes. Having a cappuccino and a pain au chocolat from Le Grand Bakery brought back so many memories that I started crying over breakfast before we were scheduled to meet our realtor one Saturday. Getting a whiff of my sunscreen/face cream every morning as I get ready takes me back to innumerable bright sunny mornings in our airy fourth-floor apartment...and I miss it. Oh, sweet Lord, how I miss it. And life's about to start getting a little more bittersweet, because in six days it will be the anniversary of the day we left for France. And for six months, I'll be thinking, "What was I doing last year this time?" Not working and painting, that's for sure. I. WANT. TO. GO. BACK.          NOW.