yesterday was an odd day.
all i wrote in my journal was
-- so. very. grey. today. --
and it was. grey. smoky skies. and also cloudy skies.
also, life felt grey. and it was one of those days where my stories are so intertwined with their stories that i didn't know what i could share here.
parenting teenagers is amazing and hard and awful and wonderful.
living apart from ben is hard. really hard. we talk on the phone a lot. but that takes a different kind of energy than when we are in the same room as each other.
so, this morning, i am focusing on the trip we are planning for late this fall - the four of us - going away for a whole week.
i am thinking about the good things we will accomplish in the next two months before ben moves home for the winter.
i am hoping and praying for clear skies and sunshine. or rain. but that one way or another, the smoke might clear.
and i am jotting some ideas down for blog posts where i will do some more writing that feels real.
thanks for being here, friends.
go gently, love fiercely, and be wonderful.