
Maybe I can’t tell you all the reasons my schedule is bleeding losses of self-care. Maybe I still can’t always get into every medical appointment I need to for myself. I’ve actually made two annual physicals in a row…but I have two other specialists I’m past due for visiting and a mammogram that will happen…sometime? Sometime. At least the lab work came back great…but still.
And… at least not every item crowding my schedule is a crisis or therapy. Last night it was Age of Adaline with Hannah, tonight she and I watched Howl’s Moving Castle. I treasure those moments in a way that anything I say here would be as a summation a paltry injustice, and you know, I chose to slash writing time for this blog to have them, just like I slash schedule time for my own appointments to take care of medically necessary things that come up for my kiddos.
Sometimes balance seems like something I can only dream of, but really I know it is something for which I can genuinely hope. Maybe still it is not always now, but it is coming. Someday.


