*mic tap* check 1, 2…is this thing still on?
Goodness gracious, where in the hell have these last few months gone? It’s so cute how I thought bringing home a second baby would be just like bringing home my first baby. That I’d have time and that the transition would be easier because I knew what to expect and that I wouldn’t be tired because I was already absolutely exhausted.
Joke was on me, folks.
This new season of life has been better than I could have expected, but it’s not been easy by any stretch of the imagination. Take today, for example: Jack never got out of his pajamas and Oliver spit up all over a pile of freshly folded clothes and I didn’t think I’d make it through my daily afternoon (aka 10:45am) slump. I’m so tired.
But we’re finally getting settled into our new house, my Rodan + Fields business has absolutely blown up, and when I’m laser focused, I can kinda sorta almost get out of the house in under an hour.
While I knew I wouldn’t (or couldn’t) ever give up writing, I’ve been hyper intentional about how I’ve been spending my time lately and doing woo-woo hippy things like vision boards, settling into this belief that my life can pretty much look exactly how I want it to, and diffusing essential oils. I even bought powdered peanut butter last week. I hardly recognize myself sometimes.
Just kidding. I do recognize myself. That powdered peanut butter tastes like shit.
All this is to say: I’m here! I’m thinking about you and this blog and I’m ready to be consistent-ish over here 😉 Let’s meet back here in a few days. I’ve got some thoughts about some things.