Exhibit A: the closest-to-perfect book IMO (but read Saving Francesca before The Piper’s Son for context), my medication sorter/storage, and my weekly goals peeking through in the back.
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Today has been weird. Yesterday too, a bit. I have a feeling of being directionless, which makes NO SENSE since I’ve had more direction and motivation in recent months than I have in years. Might have to do with hormones. I felt sick and tired (literally) today and stayed home from work to sleep all morning. It makes me feel like I’ve taken ten giant steps backward, but that’s me being dramatic. It’s more like, well, like what it is: like I’ve been growing in leaps and bounds and took a day to pause and rest. That’s not going backward. That’s pacing.
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Right now I’m rereading The Piper’s Son for the one bajillionth time, reading Emotional First Aid by Guy Winch, listening to The Poet X written and narrated by @acevedowrites, and listening to the Baby-Sitters Club Club podcast.
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My basement looks like the scene from the end of ET, all plastic walls and containment. After a summer of outdoor construction woes, it’s hard to now face indoor construction woes. I’m trying so hard to stay chill, but the stress that comes from having strangers in your home is legit, even if they are the kindest strangers.
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At the university where I work, fb players move in tomorrow, followed by other fall athletes on Friday. Next week international students arrive, then all students for general orientation on the 23rd. I love the excitement of the new school year, but I also feel like I am holding both Fall 2019 and Fall 2020 in my hands right now, and it will feel good to welcome Fall 2019 and set them down on campus. 😊 It’s a stressful, emotional time for families, especially moms. I’m trying to be gracious, generous, welcoming, and calm. It really is an amazing school, and we are so lucky to have an incredible new class coming in. .
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In general, I am trying to be fully on and attentive wherever I’m at. Alas, it’s Tuesday and it already caught up to me. 🤷🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️ One day at a time. Sometimes one minute at a time. This is not going backward. This is just a pause.
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