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  • This one is so fun, so kind and so dear and SO FAR AWAY. How did people live through sending their kids to college before iPhones? If texting was not a thing, I assume we would all be dead of missing her by now.
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Instead we send her Helpful Messages like “Yay, first day of classes! Way to go to class! and “Whatcha doing now? And now? Okay how about NOW?” She has not blocked us yet. 🤷‍♀️😄
  • Being ridiculous AND doing hard things together for twenty-four years now. Both/and, always. (And yes, twenty-four years ago we were BABIES. You are correct.)
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This week we take our baby (who is now a full-grown ADULT, what on earth) to go live at school, hundreds of miles away. In a dorm. Where they do not encourage parents to also come to live.
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It’s the next right thing. It’s terribly exciting. We may cry for days. Both/and. Here we go. xo.
  • Once, when I was walking through a cloud of depression, a pastor suggested that maybe I just didn’t have enough joy in my heart. Didn’t I know I was supposed to be anxious for nothing?
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He wasn’t suggesting anyone abandon their treatment plan, and he didn’t know me well enough to have any idea what my relationship with joy was like—he just believed he had a formula that would fix things.
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But loves, here is what I want you to know: there is no formula. You are not the kind of thing that needs a “quick fix.” (You are not a microwave dinner.)
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There are no one-size-fits-all answers. There is you, and there is your one beautiful, precious life, and just because it’s hard doesn’t mean you’re doing it wrong. You know what @glennondoyle says—we can do hard things.
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I was just thinking about that today. Because I am in favor of joy, of searching it out and resting in it. I’m a fan of all that. .
But I’m also a fan of the truth, and the truth is, no quick-and-easy formula has ever lifted me out of any cloud in my life. I walked through that one by putting one foot a tiny bit in front of the other when it felt impossible, over and over again, until I found the other side.
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There is no formula, but there is always an other side. xo.
  • Things that have happened so far this week: .
I skinned my knee doing yoga. On a yoga mat. In my house. Not even fancy yoga. This is what happens when you try to be flexible, people.
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Eli turned eight, which is much older than seven and calls for lasagna to celebrate.
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Abigail turned eighteen. EIGHTEEN. She is registered to vote and can have her own Costco membership card and everything. There are not enough emojis to describe this situation.
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And now it is Friday, and there will be chocolate cake with dinner (because: birthday) and movie night (because: Friday) and everything will be as-usual and brand-new, all at the same time, and no one will ask whether I have learned to be flexible or not.
  • If you were to be the sort of person who would buy her almost-eight-year-old a birthday gift, and store that gift in the trunk of the car—because who’s going to see it in there?—and then FORGET about said gift right up until the moment you opened the trunk to fill it with groceries, IN FULL VIEW OF THE ALMOST-BIRTHDAY KIDDO, well, you would not be the only one, is all I am saying. 🤦‍♀️ #momfail
  • I thought today might be one of those days where I would wake up early and cheerful, like a chirpy little bird, and I would hop out of bed all full of energy and maybe I would teach the kids to make eggs on toast because: @jenhatmaker.
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BUT. 1. That kind of day has never happened to me in the history of EVER;
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2. I forgot that none of my kids even LIKE soft-boiled eggs; and
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3. Last night ended up being less “sleeping restfully” and more “one of the kids is up with a stomach bug for the second time this week,” SO.
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I will just be over here, NOT having that first kind of day and instead having a “remember to take deep breaths and also go outside and put my feet in the actual dirt so I can feel reconnected to everything” kind of day.
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Less chirpy. Less eggy. More... likely. 😂