I have been utterly, exhaustively, busy.
The last month has been a shuffle of back to school for my whole family…My first year teaching, my baby’s first year of kindergarten, my husband and daughter back to school.
First year teaching is no joke, especially for a perfectionist like myself. Continue reading
I took a magnificent trip this summer.
It was not without its own difficulties. It was my first time leaving the country. My first time leaving my family for more than two or three days.
There were a lot of firsts.
I did not know how I would handle this trip. The growing, healing part of myself was ready to take this adventure head on. To prove to myself that I could.
The scared, anxious part of myself was worried. The What ifs?? were loud and present.
I’m tired but, against my better judgment, I am staying up to write this.
The last few days have been traumatic.
It started in the middle of the night…those weird, transitional hours between Wednesday and Thursday. There was coughing. I felt my husband move out of bed and murmur. And then, a shaky scream for help.
I dashed out of bed, awake in a flash. I peeked into the bathroom…blood. Blood was everywhere.