Anxious

Anxious. My word for the day…actually, my word for many of my days so don’t be surprised if it pops up again along the way. As a newbie to the world of blogging, I am quite anxious, but this new adventure pales in comparison to the one I have been on these last 6 years. Being a working mom of a 6 year old son with Autism has been the most real, raw, and riveting adventure of my life (yes, I love alliteration so get used to it or unsubscribe now…lol) and when I am not raising this incredibly rad kiddo of mine I am working my tail off at my illustrious career (which I’ll fill you in on later) that has me jet-setting all over the great state of Texas and beyond. Hence, I manage anxiety on the daily. However, 2019 has just begun so why is my word of the day “anxious?” Well, let me rattle it off for you…I’m laying in a hotel room in Little Rock on the second day of the new year because we are driving home from Chicago to our home in San Antonio after a whirlwind holiday vacation and I am sick as a dog, my son is still up at 12:14am because he slept in the car for 3 hours tonight (from 530-830pm…perfect napping hours…said no one ever), I will have less than 12 hours in my home once I return before I have to hop on a plane for work, and oh…I have begun the countdown to my 40th birthday which comes on September 3, 2019. But…so what, right? This may not score high on the anxiety meter for some of you and I agree…this is nothing, but just for poops and giggles I’m also about to embark on the biggest work project of my life while prepping for my autistic son’s transition to Kindergarten and ensuring that I make time to lose like 40 pounds (but won’t have time to work out and hate everything about the Keto diet). Welcome to the Adventures in Patience, Love, and Hope with a side of goldfish narrated by yours truly! In coming on this journey with me, I hope to motivate you, make you laugh, surely make you cringe and cry occasionally, and assure you that the power of perspective is everything. Now, I have to force myself to fall asleep before my husband; otherwise, I will hear him snore all night and I may just have a Birdbox moment of my own that you’ll read about in the Little Rock local newspaper tomorrow…nigh nigh.