After doing something that felt impossible every single day for a year—being a "working mom"—I'm doing something that feels impossibly good:
I'm taking a month off.
This month is all about making space. Space to make things with my hands. Space for whatever comes next. Space for me. It's like the savasana at the end of a yoga class. Rest + integration. Stillness. Process what came before, before moving on to what's next.
I'm not making any decisions about my life and career until January. I'm just taking my time and taking a break. I'm even keeping Julian in daycare for a month. It feels like the biggest luxury I've had in my entire life.
This morning started with a smile: Julian slept through the night, thankyoujesus, it's been a rough week sleep-wise. (Really, it's been a rough couple of months, but especially bad the past few days.) I got his cute butt packed off to daycare. I popped into the grocery store, which is infinitely better alone and on a Monday morning. Then I went to a warm yin yoga class. Yoga on Monday morning. This is the life. <3