The Brink of Chaos

If I were to write a book about my life right now, the title would no doubt be “The Brink of Chaos”. I don’t know why, but I am feeling the anxiety of the beginning of another crazy dance season and another year of preschool for Bean more than last year. Or any other year before, I suppose.

It’s not because the summer flew by, yes it did go fast, but I feel like we have done a great job of making the most of the short and invaluable Minnesota summer months. We spent a lot of weekends up at the cabin and on our boat Gilly. Bean and I spent a lot of weekdays (when I wasn’t teaching summer dance classes) in Grandma and Grandpa’s pool or at the park. Even when we decided to stick around home for the weekend we would usually do something out of the ordinary and fun.

I’m not sure what it is. I just know that I feel like I am sitting on the edge of a cliff (of sorts). Kind of like when you’re in the front row at the top of a roller coaster and you can see the drop you’re about to take but you haven’t yet gone over the edge, I feel EXACTLY like that. Kind of exhilarating, kind of terrifying, but mostly exciting.

Phew. It’s been awhile since I’ve done a journal-y “take a peek inside my brain” post. Very therapeutic, thanks for listening 🙂