..Optimism..

Anxiety has spread out across the surface of my life lately, like a glass of water tipped over. Liquid. Moving out of control, running where it wants... & quickly. So many things feel up in the air—suddenly.
In motion.
Transition.

I’m finding myself dreaming, sighing, and thinking out loud. Longing for more rest, more sleep, for long, uninterrupted times to unwind. But mostly, I’m wishing the unknown—for vision that will let me know the outcomes of all the things started now. I’m wishing for certainty.. and feeling only chaos. I DO know that once the spill is cleaned up, it will leave a sparkly fresh patch of surface behind. This WILL get cleaned up...but hurry up already.

And, most of all, I hope this struggle remains transparent for the wee one, little Kenzie doodle. She's becoming fascinated with shapes and calling Stars...starfish. Important life lessons for her need to lie with typical toddler learning -- and not this other big ugly anxious stuff.