Perfectly-Aged

It is that time of year again. Time to make a resolutions, choose a word to focus on, and promise to become a better version of me.

If I am hundred percent honest, I just don’t have the energy for that this year. My son will turn 16 in 2023, so the transition IEP looms large this year. I am somehow suppose to have the vision and knowledge to plan the rest of his life when I don’t really even have a firm grip on my own. It is frightening and terrifying, and one step closer to the dreaded cliff that we will fall off when our kids turn 18 and the real work begins-custodianship, job placements, living arrangements. I have no room for pie in the sky weight loss and eat better goals, shit is about to get real around here.

But in the spirit of playing along, I have chosen a word/phrase to be my mantra this year.

To say that I am reserved is an understatement. Like a fine reserved top-shelf bottle of bourbon, I hold my feelings tight and only occasionally open them up with a very small circle of close friends, and even then it is for tiny sips in dark rooms and hushed tones.

Pour it Out.

So this year I am going to start cracking open and letting it all pour out. It might burn going down, but I hope it also warms my soul and strengthens my resolve. Through this blog, I – along with Molly – vow to be open and honest about the realities of life as a forever mom. I will have the hard conversations, share things I don’t normally share, and together, we will laugh at the absurdity of it all.

I ordered a bracelet that I can wear each day to keep me on track. Let’s see if it works:). https://myintent.org

So cheers to a new year. Molly and I look forward to enjoying many long pours together, and we hope you’ll join us for a few.

What is your word or phrase this year?