Everything has a season, and it's not blog season in my life.
It has been a season for celebrating Monkey turning 9...
And Hubster turning 40...
And for 80s parties...
And for Color Runs...
And lantern festivals...
And friends visiting...
And long autumn runs...
And hikes way up into the mountains...
And for building tree houses...
And for making Doctor Who Halloween costumes...
And for making big career choices and painting bedrooms and reading anesthesiology journals and rocking Duck to bed and getting not enough sleep and being behind on laundry and visits with family and game nights and menu planning and long parent teacher conferences and middle school science projects.
I'm still working on that elusive work-life-family-exercise balance that I'm more and more convinced doesn't exist. I've been pulled in more and more directions than every before. How did I ever have time to just sit and write before?
I may find small quiet moments (like I did today) to share a few moments. But mostly, I'm taking a break from one more thing on my to-do list. Because all the story times and evening workouts and over night shifts and crock pot meal preps and just being there for my children is what is important right now. It is the season for just being there. It's the season for being present.
