Yes, I know. It's been a long time since I've written. In relation to my two previous posts, I've had a rough time over the last month with transition. Once I rreeceealized that most of my anxiety was because my oldest son graduated high school, I was able to deal with it head on. I accepted it. I grieved. I decided to move forward.

So... he started college two weeks ago. He actually was able to drive to the college, find his classrooms, and socially interact with instructors and students. Amazing, since he was a unsocialized homeschooler all of his life :)

It was easy for him. Not so easy for me.

During that time my second oldest son, the infamous David (from earlier blogs), officially became a senior and started a part-time job at Chick-Fil-A. This all happened on a week my husband conveniently was out of town on business... again. That seems to be the perfect time for transition to ease it's way into my life.

I have to admit the older I've gotten the easier I handle change. I still have panic attacks. I still try to deny that I'm feeling anxious. I still cry or yell depending on the moment. But it has gotten easier. I accept it quicker, and I remind myself that transition is change, but this too will change. The transition itself will change me and enrich my life - it always does.

And so... two weeks into the new school year I am now the mom of a college student, as well as three other teenagers. Each of whom will cause much more transition my life, I'm sure. Bring it on!

MORE. I think we all wish we had more of something. More time. More money. More discipline. More space. More stuff.

Right now, I wish I had more drive. The kind of drive that catapults you to do and be something different. Something big. I don't have that kind of motivation. And there are few people around me that possess that quality.

I think one reason I lack drive is because I've had a pretty great life. It seems like people who have awe-inspiring ambition come from a background of heartache, poverty, or obstacles. I'm sure you know what I mean. You've watched the biography shows about actors or muscians or athletes. They have nothing as a child, yet something happens as they grow up. Their drive overcomes their situation, and they become famous or wealthy or great (or all three).

I don't necessarily want to become famous or wealthy, but I would love to do something great. However, I enjoy sleeping in more than working a couple of extra hours in the morning. I like watching a movie with my kids at night, rather than researching my next project. I would rather do nothing on a Sunday afternoon than write another chapter of my never-ending book.

Wait... I am doing something great.

Getting my rest. Loving my kids. Honoring God.

I do wish I had more motivation. So, I'll keep trying to put it into overdrive instead of just coasting. But I am truly grateful for the great things that are happening right here in my little part of the world.