There was this time this late summer, where I had just moved into my place in HB and wasn’t traveling and flag football hadn’t started and my achilles was injured so most working out was out so my weeknights were lazy and my weekends were lazy and I started to wonder if this was what being an adult was like and maybe thought I might understand when people said they were bored but BOOM! we’re back.
Of course it was just a lull. My achilles is almost fully healed. I’m doing yoga again. Flag and real football season kicked off last weekend. I’m going to Idaho next weekend with my girls. Friday nights on my porch are basically an established thing. There’s movement and energy and excitement.
Which is just a reminder that all things are cyclical, seasons change, and every moment is valuable for what it is.