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So here’s something I have been wanting to write for a very long time: I am happy.
Not just “I had a good day today!” happy, but more like, “I’ve had a lot of really good days in a row, and last weekend I was literally too excited to sleep and this past weekend my cheeks hurt because I was smiling so hard.”
Good reasons to be tired and in facial pain, I think.
And it’s not just one thing. It’s not just the new job, it’s not just the fact that I’m feeling a little better and it’s not even just the fact that Brian and I can finally go on dates — even entire weekend getaways! — again. It’s a lot of good things coming together at once, and for that I am riiiiiidiculously grateful.
In fact, Brian has commented almost daily recently about how I’ve “been so happy lately.”
I still don’t love the state of my stomach. But I’m just living with it at this point. Sometimes it’s really awful, sometimes it’s unbelievably bloated and distended and I look 15-months pregnant, and other times it’s actually kind of OK. I can’t seem to predict it, so I’m just rolling with it and majorly basking in the good times I get.
The last few weeks have been pretty crazy in The Life of Ali.
I left my job at Dance Spirit and started a new one right away at JackRabbit Sports. You knew that already; and my goodness, thank you for the kind and supportive words about the transition. I was, of course, nervous about making what felt like a monumental life decision, and all of the nice comments on my last post helped. Thank you. High five. Hugs. Cheese. Chocolate chip pancakes.
Madness, yes. We were talking about the madness.
The resignation process was unfamiliar territory for me. I started at Dance Spirit as an intern during my senior year of college and got hired after graduation, so this was my first post-college job. When the time came to leave, it was my first time having to give my resignation, and that was hard for many reasons.
As I’ve already said, I’ll love Dance Spirit forever, and I’m forever thankful for the wonderful people I met through my job there.
Namely my BFF Michael, also a former Dance Spirit-er, who fortunately lives right next door and sometimes comes over for late-night Pitch Perfect singalong dance parties. We get pretty sweaty. Do you want to come next time? RSVP in the comments. Bring dark chocolate covered graham crackers. We like those.
My first week at JackRabbit went great. It was overwhelming for sure, figuring out exactly what my role is there, and meeting everyone and learning who does what; but overall, it feels like a good move.
I’m surely stating the obvious here, but in addition to the new meds I’m getting (I did get the drug in this clinical trial, right? Not the placebo? What’s the guesstimate?), I also believe stress plays a major role in my health, and my health has certainly improved in recent weeks.
Change — good change — does a body good. Are you with me?
It’s not just the new job, though.
A few weeks ago, I resolved to “force myself out of the apartment.” I couldn’t bear spending any more days inside, and I vowed to leave even if only to take a walk around the block. Eventually “just leaving the apartment” led to going for my first run back in Central Park…
I’ve spent whatever downtime I have doing things I love doing — and that I don’t get to do when I’m sick. I am making sure that when — if? — I get sick again, I can look back on my “moderately healthy time” and know that I lived it up. (Do people still say that? JLo has a song about it, so I assume it’s cool.)
I have had so much fun recently just getting out and doing “normal Ali” things.
I spent one of my last days at Dance Spirit at the New Amsterdam Theatre, doing a “behind-the-scenes of Aladdin” photo shoot, which was super fun.
My last day went pretty well, too. I said my goodbyes at the office and took one last “office bathroom shot” waving goodbye…
…before I went downtown with Brian for “dinner.” He spewed all these lies all day and wouldn’t tell me where we were going, which of course was annoying as shit for a planner like myself.
But then I wasn’t mad.
Brian planned a kickass surprise party for me. He reserved Luke’s Lobster (my favorite) for the night, had my favorite foods (so many lobster rolls) and my favorite people lined up for me. I felt very loved and very happy.
I couldn’t sleep that night because I couldn’t stop smiling.
The rest of that weekend included some fun workouts, quality girl time with Michael and her sweet sweet baby, and my first haircut in more than a year.
I decided to kick off my first day at JackRabbit with a run in Central Park. It seemed like the right thing to do, so I got out for five perfect miles. I haven’t been timing my runs, so I’m sure it wasn’t fast, but I do know the one number that matters: zero.
For only the second time in more than a year, I didn’t have to make a single bathroom stop during my run. Whaaaaat?!
Coincidence? I don’t really think so, but I’m not a scientist.
It was a kickass start to the day, and I’ve pretty much been riding high since then. (The no-stopping thing hasn’t happened again, but it was still a darn good omen, right? New job = no stops on the run, woo!)
And in case I had any doubts about making the big job switch, those went right away when I saw a sign — no, like literally a sign — during my first commute…
This past week, I saw If/Then on Broadway, which was amaaaaazing (see it; bring tissues), and then had another pretty spectacular weekend.
I did yoga, I spun…
I even reconnected with “Jenny from China,” the exchange student from my second grade class. Turns out, we’ve been doing yoga together for weeks and had no idea that we were in the same class with Mrs. Jones in Contocoook, NH (but seriously, how insane is that connection?).
Brian and I made more progress on our spring cleaning mission…
…I ate two crepes, I Skyped with Tyler (He turns 2 next week! How crazy is that?) and I got some quality sleep.
On Saturday morning, after doing yoga-to-spin with a group of really great people, I headed back to the Upper East Side with one of my newest and greatest friends, Maureen.
By the time we were halfway home, my stomach was in a ridiculous amount of pain…
…from laughing so hard.
(I know I’ve said it before, but thank you so, so much. So many people have stuck by me through the lowest times in between these good times, and it means the world. I feel very lucky to “know” you. Let’s get Nutella crepes together sometime.)