I never thought I would see a calendar be flipped, month after month, without a significant chunk of time blocked off for a trip.
Those of you who know me, know my love of road-tripping with my kids. I have rarely let more than a few months pass by without a crazy trip on the books. But here I sit, the calendar crossed out through more than eight months of the year, and I just don’t know where the days have gone.
While I am planning an epic cross-country trip for the kids and I this winter, it does not happen until 2019. It will be a large portion of our family’s Christmas gifts this year. And yes, I have started planning minor details of the trip, I haven’t started really getting after it, and that’s ok.
It’s been awhile since I’ve updated here, and while I can give you 10,000 excuses of raising five humans, working, and all.the.things. The truth is that most of this year was needed to put myself back together. I know that I technically was not injured, but I feel as though I was in a fog of survival. There was no way I was capable of keeping five young humans alive in a car for weeks on end.
And survive I did.
I almost didn’t share this little post with you. I figured it was minute and worthless.
I was wrong.
There is no shame in my inability to conquer the world.
There is no shame in NOT traveling.
You know what I did do this year?
I rebalanced my life. I made it through postpartum baby blues. I celebrated small milestones. I snuggled my last baby every possible moment.
I DID NOT RUSH.
I DID NOT OVER PLAN.
I regained my happiness.
I’m telling you this so that you know it is okay to take a break and get your shit (back) together.
I’m still hoping to sneak in a getaway before the new year, but I don’t feel the pressure to make it happen. And that is a good feeling.