That’s how much time I have allowed for myself to write this post. I originally planned on more, but things came up and got in the way, including ADHD. But I told myself I would post again today, for the first time in about 8 months, and I don’t need to make excuses for myself. The problem is, 15 minutes really isn’t a lot of time to be able to say a whole lot of anything, and I started typing without necessarily having any idea as to where this is going. During that last sentence, though, I think I decided to list the various roles and transitions I and my family experienced since my last post. 13 minutes left.
We were expecting a baby, and it was a warm winter. Zoë kept us company, because she was wonderful. We started putting finishing touches on the nursery and I started to panic a little bit because I wasn’t sure I was ready to be a parent, ability-wise. I was told by many that no one is, and it’s something you learn as you go. Christmas came, and I mourned my dad in waves (still am). Reconnected with my siblings and niece and my dad’s side of the family, which was wonderful all around. Then, Arya came. Beautiful. C-section, unplanned. I became a father, and I still didn’t know what to do, but I resolved that my best would have to suffice. (9 minutes left). Bess and I worried a lot, and the baby grew a lot, and our space shrunk a lot, and we smiled a lot, and we laughed a lot. Tax day came, and we payed a lot, but we’d saved a lot, so it didn’t matter a whole lot. Then Zoë left us the next day, and we cried a lot. A lot. We felt lost a lot, and Arya still grew a lot, but we reconnected with friends and family a lot. My time at Crestwood came to an end, and I stressed a lot, but now I’m full-time at the practice, so that helps a lot. (5 minutes left; I got distracted a lot.) We adopted a dog, and we donated a lot. It didn’t work out, but he found a good home, so it was ok. We missed Zoë a lot. Arya became a lot more active. Our scheduled changed a lot, and we prayed a lot. We spent a lot of time on the musical, and it was stressful a lot of the time. I didn’t like being away from my family; my priorities have changed a lot. (2 minutes.)
There’s a lot more there, and I look back a lot. I look forward a lot. I plan to post a lot more, because I have a lot more structure to my life. But I’m out of time now… it seems like we never really have a lot, do we?