in focus

I've been feeling myself being pulled to this little space of mine for weeks now.  Sometimes I wonder exactly what I want to say---and then I start typing and the little roads that seem so hopelessly blocked in my head, open right up. Suddenly I gain a better understanding. I've always envied this 'therapeutic super power' in people that enjoy writing. Piecing together words is not just their art form- but also a means to deal and decipher and make sense of things. I think I'm discovering I may have a little bit of this power embedded in me. I certainly don't know all the proper rules involved with writing, but I do know I appreciate how it makes me feel.

Lately I've been thinking about how good of a decision going back to work was for my twenty something year old self. That and starting to attend work-out classes regularly at my local gym. There is something inspirational and, honestly, a little spiritual I find in working out with a group of middle-aged women. We know very little about each other but share a collective goal in wanting to strengthen our bodies. Together we stretch our heavy resistant bands, listen to hip-hop remixes and watch our curvy selves' move this way and that in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. By the end of the class, we are sweaty and tired, but also rejuvenated and damn thankful we got our asses there.

Parenthood has been an interesting ride recently. There are both challenging parts and such pretty parts. The whole experience is better than I ever imagined- but also a lot harder, too. If that makes any sense. I'm understanding that finding the best road to my own personal growth and goals outside of being a mother isn't the straightest one. There are some side roads I have to get off in order to take the best care of my little girl and family. I need to be patient. That main road will wait around. The opportunity for growth will always be there and I really like that fact.