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This Life


“But it seemed to me that this was the way we all lived: full to the brim with gratitude and joy one day, wrecked on the rocks the next. Finding the balance between the two was the art and the salvation.”  
~E. Berg, The Year of Pleasures

Among the wild things calling out for me- to me, I do not answer.
It's been tough - so tough.
It's been challenging trying to get through the nights...lately. 
I  go to sleep early; sometimes as early as 6:30 pm but I am so darn tired.

I love our unschooling days. 
I never want the days to end because my mission to be present, and watch my children grow is being fulfilled. 
Thank God!
I am blessed.
On the other hand, lately, I pray for the day to end before I even get out of bed in the morning.
I pray for strength.

I am simply tired and I think a bit withdrawn - even from the children.
The days are up and down.
There are quiet days. 
Long drawn out days. 
There's monotony.

At the end of the day I look back at funny things that happened. 
Conversations between the children, and sometimes I am bewildered, or just in awe of how they navigate life.

This life.
Sweet paradox...

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