Summer is Hard

If you've been following this blog for any amount of time you know I try to get a lot done every day. I have writing goals, goals with my kids, goals for personal well being, etc. But you know what? Sometimes you have to allow for a little give.

Adjusting to life in Texas has been a huge change for me. Some days I still feel like I'm living on Utah time, which makes it that much harder to get up in the morning. Plus, summer in Texas is a lot like winter in Utah. If you can avoid going outside, you do. It's not just becasue of the heat (which I don't mind. I think the heat is wonderful.) It's more becasue of the mosquitos and the rainstorms which can hit at any moment and drown you from the store front to your car.

Combine that with kids home ALL THE TIME and you have zero productivity. You know what though? It's okay. I'm allowing myself to do what I can and be happy.

Yes, I'd love to have written more than six thousand words last week.

Yes, I wish I had lost weight instead of gaining two pounds.

Yes, I wish I had taken my kids on more adventures instead of staying at home and letting them watch too much TV.

The fact is, I'm not stressing about it. Because I already know. Some days I'll balance everything and feel like a rockstar and some days the most I can do is make sure my kids haven't died.

That doesn't mean my books will never get finished and my kids will grow up to be vagabonds. It just means I'm not the girl who puts out four books every year, has a sparkling clean house, and somehow fits into a size two.

What I am is someone who has control over the big things and peace in my life. Which is what really matters in the long run.