Dear, Reader. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? My absence has not been due to lack of material, I assure you. It could best be attributed to equal parts contented laziness and schizophrenic bewilderment.
I remember writing my last post – I was blissfully post-run, but also blissfully ignorant about the state of my future. We were getting ready to move into a new house in a new town, all of us … together. I could not anticipate the incredible difficulty and joy about to come my way. I could have written so very much, like about any of the following:
-first race report!!!
-moving for those who hate change
-learning to be soccer mom
-pre-adolescent dating protocol
-pre-adolescent anything protocol
-why the world stops for soccer season (alternately titled “Yes, we are eating cereal for supper again. Do we have a problem with this?”)
-acts of friendship
-power of silence
You get my drift. While I try to embrace the journey of each day, I don’t always succeed, and I seem to have better luck doing this when the outcome is positive. Fall has been full, and the deeper I get into this parenting business the more I recognize the responsibility I have to reconcile all pieces of myself, both for myself and my family. In that spirit, I am back.
Regardless of what you celebrate this week, I hope you all take a moment to recognize your own journeys. I have so many tangible things to be thankful for (health, home, warmth, food), but the knowledge that I am a work-in-progress, that my journey continues, sustains me today.