I have officially been thrown back into the blender.
Zap, zap, zap.
And I am weary and caffeinated, yet it's just the first few weeks.
I know it's partly because I am sick (going on three weeks!)
Maybe because I'm overwhelmed with the pure volume of school I have,
trying to manage and schedule every waking moment.
My body is adjusting to six days of dance classes.
I'm trying to learn my Nutcracker choreography.
It's hell week for Music Man, which opens on Thursday.
My older sister moves out Wednesday.
So I sit here with my coffee.
Sip, sip, sip.
I read your beautiful and thoughtful blog posts,
all inspired and perfect.
I really should text that lady back.
I need to take that French quiz asap.
My math yells at me.
But I'm sitting here with my coffee, waiting to have our last "pancake day" (yes, this is a thing) as a family before Christmas.
My naked face and XXL t-shirt, before I go pull myself together for church.
This is where I'm at.
I'm sorry this isn't poetic or inspirational.
But that's not how my life is at the moment, and I just thought you should know.
This blender is exhausting.
Our lives are exciting and terrifying, all at the same time.
And we, dear sisters, walk these roads together.