I’m not starting this new job without you. You are with me every step I take, every eyebrow raise, every smirk, and every laugh. Just because we are separated by time and space does not mean our connection is weakened. Our connection just morphs, like the trees that bend in hurricane force winds (a little dramatic) and the blades of grass that rustle in the breeze (understated, of course!). Girlfriends and family, I carry you with me all day.

On Monday, I step back into to a space I stepped out of more than six years ago.  More giddily skipped out of, but who remembers all the details!  I am nervous, excited, nauseous, and thrilled.  I keep telling the boys it’s all about new routines.  They seem to be buying it.  My spouse and I know it’s all about adapting in the face of upheaval.  But we’ve done this before and we’ll do it again.

Please meet me here in this space so we can connect – often, I hope!  Forty minutes into my first meeting yesterday, I wondered why I didn’t write that book when I had some actual time to myself these last several years.  Then I remembered: who has time – or energy – when there are infants, toddlers, and preschoolers to launch into grade school?  Few of us, and I was not one of them!  This blog is my outlet for me – and my gift to you.

My gift to you is that we stay connected.  You get to read my thoughts and I get an outlet in which to put them. I get to believe I’m communicating with the people I care about most.  And if you choose, you get to come along with me.