A beautiful sunny morning, finally, in Northern California. My eldest son sleeps sweetly in his room. He's off school. My rising senior is with me this quiet morning. And it's wonderful.
How relaxed he has seemed the last few days. It has been a pleasure watching him transform back into my Kyle. My rising senior.
Summer. It has almost begun. Will has two weeks left but we can almost feel the endless days of summer. I know, I talked on and on about SAT prep and College Applications but F&^* it! Let's not worry about anything. Anything.
Then why did I wake up this morning worrying about everything?
The only thought that pops into my tired head is that I don't want to have to worry about anything. It is almost as if I have no control over my worrying.
Let me explain and tell me if any of this resonates with any of you. That cough that lingers, the stomach ache that doesn't feel right, the curve of the spine, the weird looking spider bite, the unimaginable! STOP!
I am worrying about worrying this morning and that is all F&^*ed up!
Beginnings and endings always put me in this place. I don't know why.
But I have thrown up my short, shorts and a lively tee shirt and Kyle and I are going to go shopping for Will's 14th birthday today...probably around 3:00 when Kyle wakes up.
Until then, I'm free to read your blog posts.
And I'm going to try and not worry.
Wish me luck.
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