Mimes don't talk, you know

It appears that I've needed a break. Sometimes the breaks are well-planned and announced, and sometimes they just sneak up on you a bit while the rest of your thoughts are kidnapped and run away on you.

It's not like things are getting any slower around here - school is busy, work is insane, soccer has started, the kids are... still my children, thank you for your concern, but we might have turned a corner. Or not, time will tell. It's a good life, but a busy one, and one in which I still don't know exactly where I am anymore. And while I made a pact to not whine, and keep my chin up, and move outside of my box, it's a struggle, and one I'm not particularly proud of, given my brave face and purported love of adventure. (To be fair, I do love an adventure, but only the ones I have complete control over. Which probably means they're not an actual adventure, but a well executed checklist.)

Change is a'brewing over here - maybe not big, noticeable ones, but changes that will help me move through the awkward and into the open space. Baby steps, if you will. I'll keep you posted.