On August 23rd my son was born. On September 13th my daughter turned three. On September 23rd I was married for seven years. On October 30th we bought our third piece of property and moved. The next 6 weeks are my busiest of the year. One of my mother's best friends just died.
This is where the work begins.
We used to live in a loft and smoke cigarettes in bed. Anxieties ran high. Responsibilities ran low. Or so I now see.
The thing is,
I am no longer living MY life.
Well, I never was. You aren't living your own life. We are, each of us, participants in so many lives.
I am creating a life, yes.
I am shaping lives, yes.
I am sharing experiences, yes.
I am peering through windows into lives I would never otherwise see.
So with each tantrum (mine, mostly) in all of these terribly tender, tricky moments I try to remember that:
I am only a participant in this moment.
It is not MINE to control. Step back, Hannah. Release it. Experience it. But for gosh sakes, stop getting so darn caught up and over thinking it.