I have been feeling like a total failure over here for the last few weeks. My blog has taken last priority in this crazy, wildflower life.
Not a proud moment. But it’s life.
I’ve been trying so hard to enjoy each day with my tribe and make summer time memories, that I’ve forgotten about my dreams.
I’m also learning that this is just another chapter in life that won’t last long and I’ll want back some day. My writing will always be there, but these little girls come first.
You know how Facebook and TimeHop show you memories from previous years? Holy smokes. If that doesn’t make you feel like you’ve let time slip between your fingers…
Maybe I’m crazy, but I don’t feel like I get older but my kids do. You feel that way too? No? I’m crazy.
I pray that my kids look back on their childhood and have good memories. That they enjoyed the little things. Playing in the back yard, camping out on the basement floor, playin with the neighbor kids.
This summer has been the most relaxing, low key summer that I’ve experienced since I was in school. I’m so grateful that I don’t have to work a nine to five job and leave my kids with someone else every day. That I get to wake up, drink my coffee and slowly get through the day.
I realized the other day that it’s been almost a year since my world was tipped upside down and I was let go from my job. Almost a whole year of being a stay at home mom. Learning how to survive this chapter of life.
God had a plan. He knew what my soul needed. Yes, it’s been a struggle to figure out this “job” but I wouldn’t change anything.
Today I woke up feeling grumpy, run down and was really hard on myself. But after some sunshine and vitamin D, I realize, once again, how blessed I am.
Thank heavens for storms in our lives. For having bad things happen, because good things always follow. Thank heavens my faith is stronger than my fear. Thank heavens Jesus always has my back and can bring me back to reality.