Its been a rough week. We've been home indoors every day since we've returned. Miss A has been bogged down with homework, and that, combined with her love of making movies, translates into a massive school project becoming a short film made here.
Sometimes re-entry is like that, and other times when I've returned from traveling the cadence of our everyday is welcome. I've had a healthy run of beating myself up for not going to the gym, for not working on projects or my website, for being exhausted from our road trip and so on.
I did laundry every damn day and I'm caught up. No small feat when I realized I'd left every basket full of dirty clothes before we left. And I made a mental note to self that the baskets will be empty the next time we travel as a family.
I'm going to walk in the hills of Hollywood today. I'll choose one of the secret staircases, and I'll wind my way up and down the hills. I'll remind myself to ease into all that I want, that change doesn't happen in a day, and I will commit to memory that I am open and vulnerable without my hackles raised.