I got a part-time job. I continued to volunteer in politics, at my kids' school, and at church.
My eldest got through 2 years of high school and surpassed me in height. My middle child survived Middle School and suffered occasionally from Middle Child Syndrome. My "baby" hit age 11 and 5 feet tall. I fought depression through winters and, just as I thought winter 2013 was coming to a close, was hit (along with the rest of the upper midwest) a miserable, drawn-out winter-spring mashup that culminated in 15 inches of snow on May 2, beginning a month that saw only 3 days without precipitation in my town. It was brutal.
The only good thing was that, for once, it wasn't only me complaining that winter had overstayed its welcome and I needed the sun to come back.
In May I found out that my job at a nonprofit agency was ending in mid-June. It was not funded for FY2014, and, honestly, it was time for me to move on and the members of the program I was running to step up. I was not really sad to be moving on, though I enjoyed the work, the agency, and the people I worked with.
And now? Well, I am no less busy.
Currently on the docket:
- volunteer work with a local political candidate (very short term)
- freelance proofreading/editing work
- taking over the Caring Congregation Committee at church, managing a group of 20+ volunteers, for at least the next year
- building a business plan for a communications consulting firm, possibly launching this year
- starting a new part-time gig (will post a bit more next week on this one)
And I am sitting in the camper (too muggy outside), watching the sun set behind the beautiful bluffs of southeast Minnesota. The sky is the color of peach sorbet right now, and I am feeling more content than I have all week.
It's been a whirlwind. My life has seen so many changes in the last few years, and it seems that change is pretty much the only thing I can count on, as cliched as that is. I used to use this blog as a place to clear my brain, and I have missed it. As I move forward, building new routines and figuring out how the pieces of this life fit together, I hope that I will carve out time to come back here.
If you've stuck around through the years and made it through this little rambling piece, I thank you.
Here's to looking back. And to new beginnings.