A word I never thought I’d use to describe my life or have to use as a teacher, yet here we are. Over the past five weeks I’ve learned a few things and have also adjusted my parameters about things I thought I knew for certain.
Come to find out, I’m not sure I ever really knew anything.
This is what I know now…
I know not to take anything for granted.
I know that it is possible to wear the same pair of stretchy pants every day and not get sick of them.
I know that I still wish I had more stretchy pants.
I know that grocery shopping and cooking dinner can, indeed, be worse.
I know that I should’ve named my daughters Felix and Oscar.
I know you shouldn’t blindly choose a new paint color on the internet for your family room.
I know that repainting the family room takes two people four and a half hours and a bottle and a half of wine … twice.
I know playing cards with my family at the dinner table brings me joy that is as as strong as any vacation memory I have.
I know that Cheetos are my new kryptonite.
I know not to try on my jeans again until fall.
I know I will probably need new jeans.
I know that people are ignorant.
I know that people are amazing.
I know who true heroes are.
I know that we should have twice as many spoons as we currently have.
I know that I honestly won’t ever grow tired of pasta and garlic bread.
I know that my girls are resilient.
I know that any day is a good enough day to drink the fine wine.
I know that a lot of the things I used to think I needed, I don’t.
I know that the crab cake BLT at my favorite restaurant is an exception to the previous statement.
I know that my husband’s quarantine beard makes him look like Walter White.
I know that, oddly, I like it.
I know not to make plans.
I know I still will.
I know that I miss Target most of all.
I know that I need to read good news in order to be able to sleep at night.
I know most of the things I love to do and give meaning to my life can not ever be canceled.
I know that fresh air and long walks are free therapy.
I know that tiny one crochet bear equals 8 hours, 10 cramped fingers, and more f-bombs than seems appropriate.
I know that artichoke dip for breakfast is delicious.
I know that love is not blind.
I know that Netflix is kind of for shit.
I know that four squares of toilet paper isn’t really enough.
I know that my neighborhood is actually full of real people.
I know that I have nothing in my life to complain about.
I know that even after the countless times I’ve heard it, the sound of my girls laughing together is better than any sound I’ve heard.
I know it’s not necessary to apologize for being grateful and feeling fortunate, no matter how much you feel like you should.
I know that the promise and hope of spring has never meant more.