
A year or so ago (maybe longer now) I bought a sleep mask. It’s the wraparound kind with the earbuds in them. What a miraculous invention for a marriage such as mine – the early bird and the night owl. I hate it when we don’t go to bed at the same time, he hates disturbing me by being awake. The mask is the answer.
But I didn’t wear it the night before I left. I didn’t care what time I went to sleep, and I didn’t want to miss one sound of his stirring, awakeness, scrolling, breathing – none of it.
It wasn’t the last day we imagined. A summer cold landed squarely on his face and in his sinuses. He was miserable. I took care of him the best I could (but really, what is there to do for a man cold), and we watched The Hitman’s Bodyguard. We were in bed and asleep by nine. As a consequence, I was up at three and on the road to Knoxville by four. I did the whole trip in one shot, trying to get Decimal out of the car as soon as possible. He did really well. He got a little car sick, but it wasn’t nearly the trauma trip I had anticipated.
I fought a headache most of the day. Maybe it’s the nerve in my neck, the lack of caffeine (I skipped my morning coffee so I wouldn’t have to stop and pee), my blood pressure (which was ridiculously high), or my decision to skip the fast food window. I think maybe I am underestimating the toll this whole thing is taking on my body. But, whatever. At this point, it is what it is. I have a plan.
If some of this sounds a little over dramatic, I get it.
But living by yourself for the first time in 30 years is a little dramatic.

The plan? Keep a schedule and consistently put one foot in front of the other. It’s all I really know how to do. I realized, as I was getting ready for bed that first night, how completely unmoored I felt in this new place, with these new smells, without my heart. Seriously, I had to keep reminding myself that I did, in fact, know how to drive in city traffic. That I did know how to feed myself. That I could actually survive one day in Knoxville.
And I did survive. I am moving with a lot of grace towards myself and my expectations. If some of this sounds a little over dramatic, I get it. But living by yourself for the first time in 30 years is a little dramatic. I know couples say it all the time, but Mike really is my best friend. We spend significantly more time together than we do apart – on purpose because we prefer it that way. And now, it is time for me to do this. The work is good, important, and supported. He is proud of me. I am proud of me. We are both grateful that this is the life we live. This means that, once again, two separate things can must be true. I miss him so very much. I am going to thrive.
So what did the rest of Week Zero like? Intention. Pure intention.

- I went to the grocery store and filled the fridge with fruits and veggies. The beverages have been water and coffee. The menu is vegan and from my kitchen until I feel like I am respecting my body again.
- I have made stretching a priority. Just like prayer, it’s first thing in the morning before something else tries to take its spot.
- I am getting reacquainted with my Peloton. It has been a really, really, long time. It is difficult to acknowledge how much strength and form I have lost in the last year. But here too is grace.
- I got my physical library cataloged with the help of Libib. I cannot tell you what a godsend find that was! 640ish titles logged in less than three days. I have told more than a few people that this move has God’s fingerprints all over it.
- The Cathedral of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus is less than ten minutes from my apartment; daily Mass has been a grounding force that I could not be more thankful for.
Now, it is time to prepare for Week One. What are my thoughts about that? Technically, my contract doesn’t start until August 1st and classes begin on the 18th. Typically that wouldn’t matter to me; start early, finish strong. But I don’t think I am going to force that method right now. Instead, I am going to continue to settle in, see what seems to be working, and concentrate more on foundation than speed.

Yyyyaaaaayyyy You!!!! Yaaaaaayyyyy!!!
xoxo
Good luck with school up there…I follow you, religiously, on Facebook, though I seldom leave any evidence…Now, following you here, also..
That Race in Beaufort I saw you run in one HOT Summer, all those years ago, is still the greatest athletic accomplishment I have ever witnessed..
Travel safely through Ridgeland, obey all traffic laws, and enjoy your trip…
Hey there Joey!
I remember meeting you there. That was a hot day.
Thanks so much for all the support. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. It is good to talk to you again!
Wishing you lots of love, patience and grace! I am beyond proud of your journey. I too have fallen short of being active due another life change this past year. But You always seem to pop into my email to remind me to keep pushing. I’m Thankful! I was thinking of dusting off my Peleton next month to return to my fitness journey. Here’s to new beginnings, although it may be a continuation of a previous goal. Love you April 💜
Awww Adrian I love that! And I love how you and I have always touched each others circles at just right time. I am so thankful for you.