I feel the winds shifting, and I know things are changing. Hopefully what's changing is me taking action; that's what I think it is. I feel myself being moved toward action, and it's taking a couple of different forms.
I'm planning. I'm planning a trip and things I want to accomplish, as well as planning little projects and such with my boy. I'm planning get-togethers with friends instead of wondering when I might see them. I'm starting to be able to give more, of myself. I'm beginning to work on a committee for a new venture related to the United Way in my city. I believe I'll be able to start volunteering at the local children's hospital soon, if only I can pass the FBI background check. Fingers crossed.
I'm not sure what brings this on, but maybe it's something to do with the restoration of balance. I would love to spend every second with my boy(s), but I'm starting to be able to back up a little and do things for me too, or someone else. I've been able to cook for my sister to help out, when not too long ago cooking at all seemed a distant reach. I've been reading much more for fun, and am starting a book club with a neighbor.
It's a little of everything. It's good. I recognize this, and it's good.