When I started this blog, life was so very different. I was a mother of one, lived in a smaller house, had an undemanding job, and, well, a lot more time to kill. Now I am a mother a two, have a bigger house, a moderately demanding job, and, well, hardly anytime to kill (except for the time I am using right now to write this post). While I haven't written here in nearly a year, this blog is still serving its purpose for me - an outlet to document how life changes. Children grow and change like the speed of light, but change for adults can, at times, seem like you are waiting for a glacier to melt (let's hope that is not happening as fast as it really is these days). But I am at that point, and change has become evident to me in my adult life. I am not sure why, but I feel older and not just because of the new gray hair I found this morning. I feel like I know more, understand more, and have more I want to offer to others. It is just different, older.
While part of me is happy about this feeling, the other part of me is holding back, wishing I was still in my twenties flying by the seat of my pants. But I guess there is a season for everything and it is better to have enjoyed those younger days and nights than not. Now I am enjoying my routine, predictability, and the occasional seat flying.
My friend, Sarah, asked me about my blog a few weeks ago and if I was ever going to post again. Of course, sometime, even if it is only once or twice a year to sit back and reflect and realize that I am not as spry as I once was and my growing crows feet are telling me so.
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