Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, my hubby left town to go to his first fire convention and I came apart at the seams. really and truly, my adrenals crashed but I didn’t know it at the time. I thought I was weak and dependent and I fell apart for 3 days…And when he got home, I kept falling apart until weeks later when I was finally diagnosed with adrenal fatigue. Even after years of hard work to heal my body and mind, every year when convention time comes around, I remember that time and that feeling. I used to dread it. I used to fear it. I used to think that every time he left for a convention I would come undone. But That hasn’t happened. Not even once since then. Because I finally realized, it wasn’t about him not being here. It was about me not taking proper care of my body and not listening to its cries for help. Now I know better. And even though these 72 hours of him being gone are super busy, it will be ok because of these things I have learned along the way…

Experimented in the kitchen with coconut chicken, just a pup in her timeout spot(afraid of Summer the cat), Evan and I reclining in the car between basketball games yesterday, Logan-proud of his 🎃

1- Don’t take on more than you can manage.

2- Ask for help.

3- Look for the little blessings.

4. Live in the moment.

5. Don’t look at the whole chunk of time, only look at today, after all, God hasn’t promised any of us tomorrow.

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