When I became a Mom with kids that had activities, I had to figure out a way to keep up with everything. And that is when I found Erin Condren.
It's only Wednesday.
I feel like I spend the majority of my life waiting on a four-year-old.
Waiting for her to brush her teeth. Or put on shoes. Or some panties.
There were times in 2017 where I felt like I was barely holding on more than having it all together. And it was hard for me sometimes to see amidst the refereeing of who has whose Barbie that these little ladies are little people. With thoughts. And dreams. And their giggles are the soundtrack to my life. And what a beautiful soundtrack it is.
I spend a lot of time daydreaming about being something more than what I am. Of being someone other than who I am. Of being more. But in the end, it's about the happiness you have and share and create and give
A decade of life lived in snippets and snapshots and soundbites. Messy memory making smudged between date nights and dream nights and toasts with cheap champagne.
The journey before you is long. And there will be times when you will stumble. There will be times when you will be fogged out. There will be times of complete clarity as you see the sun peak between the trees and there will be breathless moments that remind you of your humanity. Embrace them all. These are the stories your soul will tell.
Holden Caulfield, though fictional, is alive and breathing in all of us.
Fall is the distinguisher. It separates the haves from the have nots. The with it from the without. The good moms from the I’m not crafty and I’m not going to even pretend to know how to make that crap moms.
Each Christmas card, for me, is a Thank You Note for another year of headlining the story that is being written. And no matter the season, I’m grateful for another year.