I’m in a place right now where I feel I have reached the end of the sidewalk. It doesn’t mean I can’t keep going, it just means there is no path laid out for me. I have to decide. I have to take steps. I have to move.
And right now moving is hard.
Jerry and I were talking the other night about how perpetually tired we are. The move, the baby, the cast, the renovations. We aren’t complaining. We are simply tired. Yet we keep moving because it’s what we do.
We’ve taken to watching Mad Men too. And despite the completely anti-movement nature of this decision, we have been eating it up. In fact, when our mail arrives later today containing the final disc of season one, we will be counting the minutes until Oscar’s bedtime so we can get in our jammies (yes I say jammies) and settle in for 2 hours and 20 minutes (the amount of time it takes to watch 3 episodes). It’s the ultimate date night for us right now and about as much energy as we can spare.
Personally, I have some exciting things coming up. This month my writing will be featured on 3 other websites and that is really exciting for me. I am thankful to be surrounded by an amazing offline community as well as online mentors and leaders that are helping me along professionally.
I am officially in the 2nd trimester and Oscar’s cast will come off in less than two weeks. And on that same day he will be 2 years old. How time flies.
Finally, we are rounding the corner on the renovations. In fact next week we should be ready to paint and then we can finally unpack that last room full of boxes.
All good things.
So, here we are. We are in this very new and completely uncharted territory. We’re excited. We’re tired. We’re hopeful. And while it’s a little scary that I have run out of sidewalk, I think it will be nice to stroll through the grass for a while.