I am in a strange place in life. I’ve found myself here frequently, but this one is a little longer. It’s the in-between-time. I am transitioning, making changes in my life, one foot in each space (actually, it’s feeling a bit more like Twister right now, left foot on blue, right hand on yellow). I am twisting and contorting my body and my life to make space for new things, while still doing the old things.
As a result, I am tired. So, heavy, bone-tired. Part of my new, massage therapy, is making me physically tired (and sore). Part of my old, the office, is making me mentally tired. More of my new, foster training, is making me emotionally tired. And throw this all in the blender with a pinch (just a pinch?!) of the current state of America and the World, and it blends up nicely into Exhaustion Smoothie. Which I do not recommend.
I’m so thankful for the opportunities I’ve had, and for the change and growth, I’m so excited. But I’m living my old life and my new life and that’s a lot of life to live all at once. I am looking forward to the time I’m fully into the new, but it’s scary, leaving the old.
It’s, like I said, a strange place.
I’m not a fan of bragging about how busy I am. I honestly hate the word “hustle” and all its connotations. But it’s what I’m doing, mostly– that “survivor shuffle” to get from point A to point B, slow and steady, inching forward.
But this weekend I got to visit my parents, hold my niece, and stare at some trees for a while. It was a brief respite, book-ended by a few hours on the highway. It was much needed as I go from one jam-packed week to another.
If you’re feeling similarly, for whatever reasons, go look at a tree. Or hold a baby. I’d recommend both. Together, if possible.