I have been so busy these last few weeks leading into summer break. Which is stressful, and overwhelming, and all those feels. But I’m also a lot more organized (I’m always organized, I’m just hyper-so now) than I’ve been in years, so it works out. All. The. Stuff. has really forced me to focus on what needs to be done at that particular moment.
Here’s the interesting thing: the word I picked as my resolution for 2015 was “focus.” So obviously the universe has been helping me out with that goal. LOL! Strange how that works, right?
With that focus, and all the things that I’ve checked off, I feel so much more accomplished. Which was my intent in picking that as my word for the year. 2014 was such a transition period that when it wrapped up I had a difficult time seeing the progress I'd made. I didn’t want it to be that way this year. I wanted to know where my time was being leaked. And boy, did I find it.
One of the many things consuming my life at the moment is getting ready for vacation with my mom and sisters (sisters includes my sister-in-law, because she’s my sister too). I’m so flipping excited. Not only because it’s a trip to Paris (because, well duh, who wouldn’t be excited?!), but because I get to experience this trip with the girls.
It started out as a joke on Instagram. My dad is always taking a fishing or boar hunting vacation with the husbands and brothers. Us girls? We’re left in the cold. So I posted that it was okay because we were going to take a girls’ vacay to Paris… and well, it’s happening.
It really highlights the power of speaking things into existence. Not that you can make everything happen that you want in life, but until you know what you want, how can you make it a reality?
I’m a little introspective today thinking over the last two and a half years since my mom’s diagnosis. And the fact that I get to experience this with her now. Her numbers are really good. Stable. So that is amazing. But still, I can’t squander the time I’m given.
It’s so important to me to make memories with the ones I love. Both on daily scale, but also on a big scale.
My kids are upset and a lot jealous I’m going on vacation without them. Their Grandma and Poppy are coming to help my husband get them around town during their last week of school. And I’m sad to miss that, actually. I hope my husband will remember to take pictures for me.
Then again, I’ll be in Paris, so I’ll just have to get over it. Ha!
It might be a few weeks till I post again. Until then: je m’en vais, peeps.