I haven’t blogged in what feels like a million years.
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, it’s far more that I have so much to say, and not a lot of time to say it with. Add to that the fact that I feel like I’m apologizing every time I show up here because I haven’t blogged in forever, and it’s getting sort of lame! So, no apologies.
I’m not going to apologize for living in the moment over the last few months. And we’ve had some really, REALLY great moments!
We’ve been to Virginia & Florida, spent a lot of time with family, started school, started gymnastics, started football. We’ve run practically non-stop since the first of July, and we’ve loved it.
Right this very moment, however? The non-stop of it all is catching up with me. I’m exhausted, physically and emotionally. I’m overwhelmed, trying to keep my head above water. Classes, work, home, the kids, PTO stuff, I’m juggling a million little balls, and am scared to death I might drop one or two. Some of them are glass, and if they fall, they could shatter into a million irreparable pieces.
Luckily, most of them would just bounce, a few might dent a little, but the majority would survive the fall. The thing is, I don’t want to drop them. I love things about each of those balls I’m juggling, it’s why I picked them up to begin with.
This is the season that I am in, I guess. As we transition from the easy days of summer to the full days of fall, it’s just going to be harder. Certainly until I get back to a point where I can find my rhythm.
Because those balls in the air? They’ll stay that way, with the right rhythm.