This is my anthem of the new year. Or just the song spilling out as I walk out of the Covid fog. It sounds like the music for a badass entrance, a survivor’s entrance. 

I was really lucky or really just out of time. I fell under a newer strand that appeared in December- the symptoms are much less severe for those without pre-existing conditions, but it spreads even faster. 

With my cats at my side, I was snuggled through the worst of it. Quite literally, they were always by my side. Even now they are affectionate and social and maybe just a little less sassy. My dog was a good girl and bravely guarded the house for me. 

Now that I feel like myself again, health wise, it’s time to feel happy and alive and like my very best self. I painted my nails, dark. On the other side of death dark. I shaved my legs to feel sexy again. I used my foam roller to loosen up my muscles again. I moved a few bookcases in preparation for my home office renovation. I think all that’s left to get into the new year groove is to order a few more seeds and put my name on the book of bees. 

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