I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again – 2014 is kicking my ass. In the span of 8 gone-in-the-blink-of-an-eye months, I feel like I’ve experienced most of the major life events at once. I had a baby, lost a job, bought our first house, found a new job a few weeks later, moved with an infant and toddler (yes, we’re insane), lost my lovely and wonderful mom and celebrated Little Miss turning 3 a week later. Just writing that out makes me feel exhausted all over again.
But you know what, life goes on.
And through all this I have been floored by the kindness of friend and strangers and the resilience of the human body who, even on just a handful of broken hours of sleep a night, just keeps on moving, one foot in front of the other. Because sometimes you just don’t have a choice.
I finally feel like I’m coming through on the other side, and feel the winds of “normal” (or whatever that means) seeping back into life again, and it feels good. Great, even. Sure, there will always be moments that catch me by surprise and the grief comes back again, but, for the most part, I’m still standing and thriving… and ready to start writing again.
Now if only the Littlest Miss could stop waking up at 5:30am. Baby steps, right?
* A lovely friend sent me a sweet package with one of those box signs printed with the above quote on it, which I love. Thank you again!