It’s my I will get back to you on a date and time, yes I know still haven’t gotten back to you, but not because I don’t want to era. It’s my quick dinners and popcorn is a food group era. It’s my running to and from practices era. It’s my what’s this funk in the hockey bag era. It’s my eight loads of laundry to fold era. It’s my welcome to the mess era. It’s my listen to all the audio books era. It’s my half finished hobbies that I probably won’t resume in the next year. It’s my living on a prayer in leggings and hoodie era. It’s my I forgot about the party last minute cash gift era. It’s my yes we went waaay over the screen time limits era. It’s my your testing my patience stop back talking era. It’s my singing too loudly in the car and embarrassing you era. It’s my let’s watch all the musicals era. It’s my listen to the 100 questions era. It’s my pleeeeeaaaaase try this new thing you might like it era.
It’s my calling representatives about education, gun reform, abortion access and LGBTQIA+ right era. It’s my watching school board meetings and worrying if my kids will get a good education era. It’s my do we do enough to conserve our planet and save the bees, maybe I should have planted 2x as many native plants era.
It’s my embrace the chaos and make it up as I go era.
(From writing prompt I saw and wanted to do I think it was Ashley Gadd. Photo from my lavender bush.)
