I'm out of rhythm. Can't seem to find a routine. Every day is a different wake up time. Don't know when to schedule in exercise, scripture study, or blogging. I'm still reacting to everything as it hits me, instead of preparing for it's impact or perhaps even preventing an obstacle from slapping me in the face. I'm hoping time will help me sort out our new routines.
In the meantime, I wish my college boy was scheduling time for blogging. He could write of funny stories that happened on campus, or detail what he ate for dinner last night, or acknowledge if he has clean clothes to wear or talk about obstacles he has to overcome. I'd be a "follower" for sure, never miss a post, and maybe even make an occasional comment. But since it's time to officially cut the apron strings, I'll settle for the occasional phone call. I'll climb the obstacle that is called letting go.
I've been a mother for 18 years. I've been married for 20. I'm constantly negotiating myself out of difficult situations in order to save myself from collateral damage. I'm the one who will suffer the most if I don't negotiate carefully. The trick, I've learned over the past 18 years, is in the give and take. Mostly in your willingness to surrender more give and take less.