The Best Laid Plans...

I had every intention of writing here at least once a week… but that plan fell to the wayside pretty quickly. With a full-time job, two part-time jobs, and parenting, I could say I just can’t find the time. But that’s not the truth - I simply haven’t made the time.

And honestly? I think part of it is because I’m in a strange, in-between season of life. Parenting two independent, half-grown kids is beautiful… and a little bittersweet.

They’re incredible humans - busy, driven, and doing exactly what we raised them to do: be independent. One is in college and training to be an EMT. The other is in high school, driving themselves around with a social calendar far busier than mine. We still do family dinners and outings, we take one-on-one trips to baseball games or concerts, and we end most nights chatting in the kitchen over whatever snack someone has grabbed.

But all those years I wished for more “I’m not needed” time? Now that it’s here… I kind of wish they needed me just a little more.

So, I’ve been figuring out how to fill this newfound space in my life - sewing recycled sports hoodies (which I LOVE), watching all the movies I never got around to, grabbing dinners with friends, and yes… writing. I have four manuscripts going at once (because apparently, my ADHD prefers chaos over completion).

Still, there’s a part of me that misses the constant shuffling - the drop-offs, the pickups, the “where’s my jersey?” moments that used to fill my days. I never thought I’d say that. But here we are - and I guess that’s what this chapter is all about: learning to embrace the quiet, even when it feels a little too quiet sometimes.