First off, I apologize this post is a full day late, friends. The week has been stacked with lots of peopling. So much peopling with so much deep conversation that as of this morning (that began at 3:09 because why not? old lady body) I feel quite outside of myself. I haven’t figured out a good rhythm of life since moving back to Dallas. Lines between work and leisure are blurry. Friends are both a little bit of work and little bit of leisure depending on how the conversation lands. Kids are still launching and one is on the fence about rejoining the nest and next month, in the span of 10 days, 2 kids will return to public school and I will make a cross country trip in a car to help Isaac move into his dorm.
I feel a little panicky right now. Face is flushed, heart is racing, sorta want to cry but I can’t because I don’t have time to. I keep thinking if I can just make it to September, everyone will be settled into their own rhythm of life and I can settle into figuring out mine. But …
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