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Starting to Feel a Little Normal
Yesterday I went to get a pedicure.
For the first time in over a year.
I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it until I got teary when I pulled into the parking lot. See, pedicures were my thing. It was the one self-care thing that I did regularly. Pre-Covid, I had a standing appointment, every two weeks, at 9am, and that had been going on for several years. To say that I missed seeing my nail tech is an understatement.
Over the years, she has become so much more than a nail tech. She’s become a friend. We both lost our moms in the same year, and we mourned together. We shared our kids getting married and our subsequent status change to Grandmas. We also shared raising teen boys that are close in age (hers 18, mine 16) and all that comes with that.
We shared our lives.
We kept in touch via text and Facebook over the past year, but it wasn’t the same as being able to see each other and talk. When I saw her, and we hugged each other, it was emotional — for both of us.
When I got back in my car, after my appointment, I sat there for a few minutes and reflected on how much the past 14 months (give or take) have changed our daily and weekly routines. And how grateful I am that I am able to begin to get back to them. I have not yet set up a standing appointment because of our summer travel plans, but that is first on my list of things to do in August.
I am so ready.
