2016 has been quite the rollercoaster. I’m not talking about the developments from Target big-wigs or the news that beloved Prince is gone too soon. I’m talking about the mundane, every day of this thing called life and how the twists and turns of the past few months have taken me on a ride I never imagined I would travel.
Life begins outside of your comfort zone. It best encapsulates what 2016 seems to be doing for me.
I left an unfulfilling part-time job at the end of December and traded it in for the job of my dreams in January – working from home, working with people, and balancing the laundry with conference calls and meetings. January was new schedules, meeting new people, and learning about a job I love.
In February, I made a leap with my SIL to pursue a business — the Sisterhood of the Patterned Pants (not really that name, but you feel me). After a series of delays, I went to Disney World and our entry into clothing was put off by a few weeks. February was about risks and enjoying a vacation before the craziness.
March brought 300+ pieces of inventory, our first sale, and suddenly balancing the demands of life, business, and a daytime job all while making sure my house didn’t collapse in on itself. The constant state of clutter and hoarder-ish qualities will tell you that this part is probably already happening. March was about learning balance.
And here we are to April. Somehow, we have flown through the first four months of 2016 and I can’t remember the last time I actually made dinner. Leftovers, meals here or there, and finding a moment to just sit are few and far between. April has been about trying to learn how to embrace our new normal.
But I wouldn’t trade it. These harried few months where I try to share just a piece of our day so that I can help friends and family understand what kind of schedule we are dealing with (by choice, mind you, but nonetheless, so very full).
But how do you best encapsulate that this crazy, chaotic life upon reflection IS “having it all?” How do you share amidst your exhaustion that you believe you are in the EXACT time and place with the exact purpose that you should be? How do you share that every time you think life gets ridiculously difficult to balance that some thing, some one, gives you just the oomph you need to remind you that you doing exactly what you were meant to be?
So if you need me, I’ll be over here living, doing, surviving. And trying to find my way back to this space that I love so much.
And probably trying to figure out a way to get dinner on the table again.