☆★Today’s post is Day 5 of the #31WriteNow blog challenge. I’m posting a new entry every day for the month of August★☆
By nature, I’m a thinker, planner, fixer, dreamer. I get an idea, then I brainstorm how to make it happen. I run into a problem, I come up with a plan to fix it. (Unless I can’t fix it, then I lose control. I don’t do well with what I can’t control.)
Since I got pregnant with Tempess, I have been determined not to listen to all the naysayers who said life would suck because I was a mom before I was 45. I believe my children are blessings (even when they make me want to play Hide and Don’t Seek). I also believe that Todd and I don’t have to give up on our dreams, desires and goals just because we are unexpected parents. We just have to find a different approach.
And find a different approach, we have been doing. Or at least trying to. It’s hard. Every time we have a plan, every time we think we’ve figured it out, something happens to knock us off our feet. Or at least make us stumble like Drunk Uncle Charlie. And so we do the infamous life shuffle.
One step forward. Two steps back. One step to the left. Slide to the right. Now ChaCha….oh wait that’s the ChaCha slide. Sure feels like our life right now.
But as we both keep reminding each other:
It’s only temporary. Things WILL get better.