Day 74: Sensory Overload

I knew it’d be difficult to write while away. The husband is on his way home from a day of fishing then we will hit the road. To say I’m on sensory overload would be the understatement of the century. I love my solitude. Constantly hearing “Marcia?” followed by questions starts to get to me at about 24 hours into the trip.

I have friends who have lost their parents and I know to honor and cherish them. And I do make a concerted effort. But it’s like all things in life: good and bad. Joy and annoyance.

It’s sad thinking that next year is the last Thanksgiving with my oldest in school. Who knows what he’ll want to do when he’s in college. His girlfriend is a senior so next year we will also see what he will tolerate. Bitter sweet is so much of life now.

Looking forward to putting up all our Christmas decorations when we get home. And I’ll have a full freaking month of looking at it.

Professionally I’m feeling very called to get my shit together. A lot of my mental bandwidth is going to the rebrand of the podcast and offers with Carin. Trying to push mentoring hasn’t really felt in alignment. Same with agency strategy work. I need to get them both to work together. The disconnect between the two keeps making me feel disjointed which then has me stalling out.

I know the steps that need to be taken, it’s just a matter of doing it. Definitely in that weird phase of making very incremental progress but feeling like nothings happening. It’s only when looking back that I’m able to recognize all the dots connecting.

OK: about to play our final game of cards before hitting the road. Praying for patience and a happy departure.