"Summer has always been my favorite season. I just feel happier." -Zooey Deschanel Where has April gone? It was the fastest, slowest month in my life. Our whole way of life has completely changed, countless numbers have died and we have watched our nation flounder under the pressure.
Our house has not been exempt from floundering. Our home has instantly become an office, three classrooms, a restaurant, a movie theater, a park, a therapists office, and so much more. Most days it has been fine--we have flexed and found ways to make things work. And then, there have been the bad days. Yesterday was one. I lost my business because I wanted normal. I wanted to teach in my classroom, come home to my office/art studio and make art. I wanted to play music loud. I wanted time alone. I wanted a happy hour where my friends and I drink a bit too much so one of our husbands have to come pick us up. (This happens about 2x a year--it is time!). I wanted to go to a baseball game in the sun. I want to hug my mom and my dad and see my students walk across the stages of continuations and graduations. But then, after the storm, I decided to stop and give myself what I could--a few hours alone on the couch watching a show that everyone else in my house hates. And the storm stopped. The clouds cleared and a new plan came. Today I spent the day making space for me. We rearranged our home offices (for the umpteenth time in this house) and suddenly calm returned. We picked up flowers for mothers day and delivered them to Lukes mom. We made plans to drop them for my mom tomorrow. I made plans for happy hour next week socially distanced on porches so I can at least see my humans. And tonight, I made art. I realized that the storms of yesterday bloomed into a fresh start today. And you know what? It is going to be ok.
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AuthorAlmost 40 and tired of the treadmill, I am going to LIVE each day as a new adventure while finishing todo items on my life list. Mom, wife, teacher, geek! Archives
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