This summer began with a breath of wonder and ended with a sigh of relief.
I am not surprised.
There were, of course, some of those idyllic summer moments:
Unfortunately, it seemed like we spent most of the days bickering about how much time had been wasted in front of screens, still in our pajamas, with me longing for an earlier bedtime. In my mind, I know I did my best, factoring in the kid’s ages and my extreme sleep deprivation, but in my heart, I wanted to do better.
I wanted to give more.
I wanted to be more.
This summer also included some very serious personal and professional heartbreak. I’m hesitant to say more than that but hope that those who are aware of what happened continue to keep me in their thoughts. Accepting my mistakes and moving past them is proving to be difficult.
Therefore, this post is a reminder to “move along.” Put the past into perspective, take what lessons and memories you can from it, and let the rest go.
I realize that I can’t change what I did and didn’t do this summer. Similarly, I am unable to alter the surprisingly insensitive behavior of others. However, I can refuse to continue carrying all this baggage around with me.