One day I will be Mom Extraordinaire, Chef Supreme, Everyday-Vacuumer, Wife of the Year, World Traveler, etc., etc., etc.
But when do I sleep? Oops.
It's constant, this wrestling with all the things I want to be while dealing with all the things I am at the moment. Including (but not limited to) Master Procrastinator, Clothes Dryer Over-Stuffer, Please-God-Don't-Make-Me-Fold-More-Laundry-er, Asparagus Over-Cooker, etc., etc., etc.
I was sifting these things through my foggy head this morning, as the house was silent in anticipation of hungry stomps on wooden stairs. Summer is here, my boys are home, and it's become much more apparent I have a hard time doing it all.
Note to self: You don't want it all. Promise.
I've decided, for now, to give myself abounding grace. I'll breathe deeply and remember that summers with my boys are dwindling by the year and life doesn't have to be figured out right this second. Some days I'll have it all together and some days I'll cook soggy asparagus and leave a week's worth of laundry in the dryer.
Hopefully, though, I'll continue to look for the light, both through my lens and through my heart. I'll persist in seeking LOVE and remaining grounded in that love. I'll approach each day with a grateful heart, and through that gratefulness find peace aplenty.
A final note to self (because I believe in accountability partners): Pick up your camera more, just for the fun of it.
After all, summer won't last forever.