Throughout the month of September there were a lot of new things starting in my life, and the combination made it difficult for me to find balance. In the beginning of the month I attended a birth and started Seminary--both in the same week--and at the end of the month I went to Tennessee to visit my great-grandparents. Throughout the month of September I began teaching new classes, and my daughter, whose birthday is the 4th of September, was moved to a new classroom with a new teacher, new rules, and new friends. October is my favorite autumn month because it's always the time I settle into a routine. Thanks to October, I have finally been able to slow down and appreciate the beauty of this pregnancy, as well as start new routines.
|My mother (center) with my niece (left) and daughter (right) |
in Johnson City, Tennessee.
My school and reading schedule has been harder to nail down. I'm taking two rigorous online courses, and I typically have about 500 pages of reading per week, not including responses and other projects. The kind of reading I'm doing isn't the kind I can skim through; I'm being challenged every day. While I love it, and while it is an escape, finding a reading schedule (and the peace and quiet to read) has proven to be difficult.
Nevertheless, the month of September has gone and passed. I welcome the end of October, the beginning of Advent, and brisk weather with open arms. I'm getting to know my unborn child and am ready to "hunker-down" (as a friend said) and appreciate this pregnancy from the warmth of my home.
Reflection: October 19, 2015
I wrote this reflection post last week in a group I'm a part of called "52 Weeks of Tranquility" with writer, activist, and do-gooder Kimberly Wilson. In my short reflection I shared how I was reminded to slow down by my rambunctious 2 year-old.
I went to Tennessee a couple weeks ago, and I brought my 2 year old daughter, Audrey, with me. We went to a flea market, and I was trying to hurry through so we could eat lunch and get to our other tasks for the day. Audrey wouldn't have any of it. She insisted we spend at least 20 minutes looking at the pigs. This was a gentle reminder for me to slow down, and in the end I liked that we spent more time than I planned for her to enjoy the animals.