Maybe you've noticed that I haven't posted much lately. Or maybe you haven't. Either way, I'm going to explain.
You see, in the past I've used my writing as a tool to keep me sane. I run to my writing when I'm feeling down, or when I'm anxious, or when I need a little time to reflect. The truth of the matter is that I've been keeping myself pretty sane lately without needing to write. This is not to say that I don't miss writing a bit though. I need to get back to it. It's good for me.
But, things are going well. School is a challenge, but it's not bad. Honestly, I like the challenge. Sometimes it's stressful; I spend a lot of time with my head in a book, but I'm doing well, and that makes me feel great. I'm not only making it through classes I didn't even think that I could take...I'm excelling in them. So yes, it's stress, but mostly good stress. I feel like things are moving in the right direction.
The kids are wonderful. Nothing makes me happier. Sure, Vanessa-Kate is walking and getting into everything, and Ian likes to whine at me... often. But, they are perfect. Things with Toby are swell, as always. He's my best friend. He's in Atlanta for the week on business though, which has been really hard on me and the kids. Maybe that's why I'm writing tonight.
We're in the midst of trying to buy a house. After quite a bit of searching we are officially in contract. Knock on wood, we will be first time homeowners by October.
So, things are going well. For one of the first times in a long time I can honestly say that I have very few worries. Maybe I'm just getting better at not letting the little things build up and affect me so greatly.
Anyway, I'd like to get back to writing again. Promise to update on Vanessa-Kate turning one later this week. Can you believe how quickly it went by? Toby and I were just discussing how we feel like we just had the "let's try for another baby" talk a couple of months ago. But here she is, over one year old.