Monday, May 7, 2012
Managing My Expectations
This is a picture of me with two of my children. We took it in Florida when I last visited my parents there. My third son had awoken from a nap and was feeling really cranky. He wouldn't get in the shot so he's not there with us. But he's cute and kind of a smaller version of his brothers.
There has been a lot going on in my life recently. A ton, actually. And its nice for me to look back at that picture and remember a quieter, peaceful time. Funny to think it was only a month ago and it already feels so far away from where I am now.
If you haven't heard from somewhere on Social Media or my shouting it from the roof, my family has decided, for a number of reasons, to make a large move in the next three months. We're going from our home in New Jersey to a new home in Austin, Texas. For my husband, who lived in Austin for a while, this is really exciting. I've visited Austin four times now. Its beautiful and I love it there. And I am terrified. And excited. And terrified. And excited. You get the gist.
I have to find a way to manage my expectations. I have to find a way be fine with the large variance of emotions that I am experiencing on a day-to-day basis. I have to give myself a break and tell myself its okay if my word counts are down on because I am so stressed. I need to sell my house up here. I need to find another one. I need to....
But I don't know if I'm really built for managing expectations. I tend to be a person who feels things very acutely and out loud.
Except these days I am the mother of 3 little boys. That means I never let them see me sweat (or as little as possible.)
So I'll just share with all of you. How does that sound??