20 minutes on the clock to force myself to write. Life has been life lately which seems to somehow get in the way of life.
This will be a bit of an update in hopes that I can get back to a steady writing about meaningless (or meaningful) things like I was before.
Oh and it’s Katie’s bday today, Happy Birthday, Katie! 🥳
And speaking of Katie and friends in general, the whole reason I started this writing experiment around this time 2 years ago was to connect and reconnect with my friends and express through words how much I miss the people in my life all the freaking time.
I’m in a different season now, where while missing everyone is always present, I’m buried in life in new city and fully embracing it. I’m a soccer coach to a bunch of 5-year-olds for crying out loud! I got my Texas driver’s license, attended a working moms meetup in San Antonio, and went canvassing for Colin Allred. I’m taking a class on how to create a class (haha) and Israel and I are finally building our own tiny house (well sort of… news on that to come soon).
I guess you could say it’s a season of new. A season of being excited for the future and busy as ever. We threw ourselves not only into soccer parent mode, but leaders of the whole goddam team. I don’t know what we were thinking, but I guess it goes hand in hand with how we’ve done everything. We like to throw ourselves into the fire and hope for the best.
Around this time last year was a different kind of new season. We made our way to San Antonio in late October, and it was new. But not a fun kind of new. It was overwhelming and lonely. I set my life on fire last year and it has resulted in fresh soil and new growth for all of us.
To new seasons; the fire, the dust settling, and the growth that comes from all of it.
Happy Fall!
Nice to hear/read your voice again.
Hmm... the thing that stuck out to me right away was the 20 minutes on the clock. I've always found that "forced" productivity to be helpful but am a bit embarrassed by how infrequently I utilize it.
As a long-time soccer (and hockey) coach, I'm happy to offer pointers. But mostly to say, at 5 years old it is marginally controlled chaos. Have fun with that. ;-)