A bit of a “I don’t know - I’m probably rambling” post with a combination of scattered thoughts. There has been an excessive amount of change in my life the last little bit. Some of it forced, some of it planned. Either way, it has been creating some anxiousness all around. To name a few: Aliza starting daycare (although it has been a few months, it’s still sinking in). Amia finishing JK (what!). A new job. New community endeavours - self-imposed but still important to me. Grieving. Re-opening of lockdown number whatever. And all the other relevant and irrelevant little things sprinkled in between. Change can be hard. And change can be scary. I’ve tried to focus on the right now without jumping too far ahead and tangling my thoughts with worrying about the next few months. I like to plan, but sometimes I need to pump the breaks. I’ve committed to taking August off as “me time”. Something that I have NEVER in my existence even thought about doing. But I need to do this. It has...