Before bird got out into the world, I decided to pay attention to the things I’ve learned about myself. Namely, the things I’ve learned about how I do (or don’t) manage my time; how I do (or don’t) meet my goals; how I do (or don’t) get myself off the couch and into the world.
I am the object at rest that stays at rest. Some people — I see them every day (I see this in my husband) — are objects in motion that stay in motion. I need the outside force.
I’ve been content for a long time to be that still thing. Content but not really happy. I could nap like a champ, happily drifting into sleep only to wake up regretting that I’d cut out hours from my day.
With a little baby coming, I knew that I wanted to move move move myself into more of life. I wanted to show bird how to do it, too.
So I decided to act against my contentedness and start collecting some outside forces. These were going to be the life lines I wanted to tug me back into a productive life soon after the baby got here.
The life lines
The life lines are people and things. The things are goals. I started reaching out to folks while I was still pregnant. I told them what I wanted for myself once the baby was here, and I recruited them to help keep me honest. The goals are all old goals. Nonetheless it was important to me to remind myself of them and to proclaim them to other folks — to make them a living part of my life.
» My husband, whose unstoppable force is inspiration every day. If I think it can be done, I know it can be done when I consider that Patrick fills his day with work and pastime. What he knows is everything, so he’s been an excellent cheerleader for my fitness and food goals, and for my getting-out-of-the-house goals.
» My best friend, Mela, who jumped into mamahood about ten months before I did, and who inspires me all the way from her home in San Francisco to pick up my sewing projects, make the food, take the baby out on sunny days. What she knows is everything, too, but more specifically she knows the struggle that comes with making that everything happen when there is a little baby who just wants to live on my boob or in my arms.
» My friends at Camino, who I miss! I knew I would miss them, so I made sure to proclaim months ago that once I was ready to get out of the house, I would be getting out of the house expressly to visit them. And I have! What they know is my wacky-weird self, and they totally embrace it. It actually took a couple of visits to feel fully like myself again — to joke the same way, to jump in and help ring up customers, to talk coffee philosophy and catch up on everyone’s lives. Once I settled back in, it felt so good to exercise that part of my brain and my persona.
» A team of people who know my fitness goals. This includes my family — me, my parents, and one of my brothers have FitBits, and we are cheering each other! And my sister-in-law, Mela, and a few Winston-Salem friends know that I have athletic goals for the year. Before the baby was born, I recruited them all to help me kick-start a postpartum fitness routine. In a couple of weeks, I’ll have a couple of running and cycling buddies to go on exercise dates with!
And the goals get their own entire write-up. Until next time …