I feel as though I am always trying to get my life together. Trying to catch up on laundry, keep the house clean, take care of the kids, remember appointments for the doctors, dentist, chiro...
I try to fit in time for me to breathe. I escape in my knitting or I run to the gym and get away for a bit.
But in the end, it's all waiting for me when I get back.
I can't keep up with this forever. Always wanting things to be better, more collected, less chaotic.
I have two choices: I can drive myself crazy trying to keep up with it all....or accept that for now, my life is slightly messy and full of chaos.
The first option means having the stress of keeping it all together. The second involves a messy house but happy and smiling kids.
I make my decision. And facing the darkness....I jump.
I have faith that I will land on solid ground.