I recently talked about how the summer was a difficult season for me. Summer has been stretching me in ways I never expected. Between being a mom, working, going to school, writing, and still trying to make time for myself. I have felt the pull of every responsibility at once.

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Maybe you know this. There is something about fall that makes a lot of folks slow down and notice the little things. What little things? I’m talking about the crisp bite in the morning that feels like a reset. The quiet moments before 6am when you may just want to lay underneath your blanket a little while longer. This season, I promised myself I wouldn’t rush through my days. I want to savor them. I’m talking about even the small ones that look ordinary on paper.

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August broke me in ways I could not prepare for. Imagine losing your job on the same day of your daughter’s fourth birthday. This month knocked the wind out of me, and it was intentional. The blows came along with the fear of how I’ll hold everything together for my kids. 

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This week felt like I was on the passenger side in a hell cat that was going over 175 miles an hour with all the windows down. I’m on the passenger side of the car screaming. The music is bleeding through the speakers. I can't make out the melody that is being played. The impact of the air is clogging my words in my throat. There's tears coming from my eyes. I’m looking over at the driver. I am not even being able to tell them to stop. The driver is a blur to me. Who is the damn driver? I just feel pure chaos with each roaring of the engine. This was week ride!

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