Spring is in full swing, and the last couple of months have been full of changes. It's easy to be busy in the everydayness of life, so here's a little glimpse into what's occupying my time, and how I've been making space for enjoyment and self-care.
Whatever it is that makes us think we can raise another human being must be some kind of delusional chemical in our brains that whispers little lies to get us to believe this child rearing thing will be, if not necessarily easy, then at least worth it. But how much it’s worth I suppose is all a matter of perspective.
When I woke up that morning and found out he was gone, I wasn’t shocked. He’d been sick for a long time. The cancer had been slow to build but quick to take hold. But in the few months leading up to it, I didn’t take the time to see him, to connect with him the way we had done for so long. Our long nights of existential discussions had faded into our young adulthood.
What currently is, is. You don’t think about the fact it won’t last forever, because nothing does. But by the time you realize what is has now become what was, it’s too late to really savor it. And the moment has brought about something entirely new: the future.
Every now and then that devil appears and whispers to get out of here, that itchy leg, that flight response. The draw of the endless ocean, the open vast miles of possibility, the unknown excitement of undiscovered shores.
On New Year’s Day of 2017, I found myself navigating the twisted freeway system of Los Angeles, traffic so light you might have thought the apocalypse had occurred at midnight. Here’s what happened on this memorable family road trip.
Every January, we are bombarded with ways to make THIS year the BEST EVER! The pressure to perform to your highest capability is enough to make you want to crawl into a dark whole for the entirety of the year.