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I have a confession to make.

Sometimes I get caught up in taking on too many projects.

I want everything to be perfection.

Juggling so many things, one or two, maybe even three are bound to fall to the earth and shatter.

I’m forgetful.

I’m overwhelmed.

I’m tired.

I’m scared.

I’m numb.

I think that last one is the worst of all.

The lack of feeling, that spark of motivation you need to get things done, accomplished. That spark that makes living a joy.

My pilot light…..

Hot and strong one moment, bright with blue light, pure happiness. I’m proud of what I’m doing and getting done. I’m proud of who I am.

But it flickers…..

It fades to nothing.

The flashing cursor at the top of a pristine white page, so much potential and preconceived notions of not being great enough force my fingers to bring that little white arrow to the bright red box and banish my failure from my sight.

So much yarn, the time drain of crocheting, sore wrists and cramped fingers.

The house that never stays clean.

The children trapped inside, day after day of rain until we all just want to tear our hair out. Grumbling in the ranks, fights breaking out on a constant basis and temper tantrums from a 30 year old woman (sigh), soon to be 31 (double sigh).

The countdown of summer.

21 days to go.

It signals freedom.

Or maybe it signals laziness.

I’m not sure.

I just wish my fire would burn brighter and stay lit.

The flickering is hard.

The numbness that crowds out the life I want to live, the happy I want to have.

It’s lonely.

Yes, I want that fire.

Every day.

Is that too much to ask?

 

Now that we have gotten just about everything in personal care switched to non-toxic..

I found a “0″ toothpaste (Tom’s of Maine at Trader Joes)!

I started on a new path.. reading the labels on the food we eat.. gasp… what a concept, right?

I’ve dabbled in this before, but never the extent that I am now.

I’ve been buying organic and actually focusing on the ingredient labels and I’m not buying what’s not natural.

It’s amazing how lovely food can taste when it’s fresh and preservative free.

Even the children noticed the difference in their snacks and have embraced the change whole-heartedly.

I’m not necessarily a fan of the cost, but I’ve been buying things on sale.

Above all I think it’s worth it.

Good for our bodies.

Good for the environment.

You can’t really go wrong.

 

 

 

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A group of powerful storms blew through Central Columbus last night, though I slept soundly, peacefully. Wind and rain lashed just outside the walls of my bedroom while I was wrapped in a dream.

A loud boom of thunder shook the house at it’s foundation, jerking me from an adventure now outside of reality, blurred at the edges. Hard to recall.

No power.

The children filed into the room, smallest to largest with battery operated princess and Tinkerbell candles to guide their way.

Alex now snuggled up into my curves, warm with fever and sucking furiously on his binky. Katie infiltrating a space between Brian and I, laying her head on my side while Brianna took to the end of the bed.

They chattered about the thunder waking them from their dreams and asked if there would be school in the morning, disappointed when our answer was yes.

It was eerily quiet, the thunder and lightening had vanished leaving the rain softly rapping on the window.

The girls were sent back to bed to cuddle with each other after the promise of us waking them if the weather turned more serious. Alex was given a dose of medicine to reduce his fever and more snuggle time with me.

We all burrowed deep under the covers to find sleep once more.

Yet it evaded my grasp, slow night terrors crept in trying to gain entrance to my thoughts, the unique rush of ethereal sound to my ears, my heart and breath seized as I fervently prayed to be released from it’s grip.

One.

Two.

Three assaults.

The adventurous dream of before slowly came back into focus.

Freedom.