As the dust has settled over the latest news to rattle my world, I have settled into a deep fatigue. I have been struggling to find enough hours in the day to do all that needs to be done from exercise, walking the pups, keeping house, working, cleaning, and mom-ing. On top of that, I still need to work on the process of grieving and healing, because I know if I don’t do that work, then everything else will suffer. The boys have returned from 10 days with the grandparents and we are getting ready for the upcoming school year. I started up grad school again this week and my job is beginning to feel like less of a mystery. It is hard to prioritize both what needs to be done on the practical level, while also prioritizing what my heart and soul need. The past few days, I have actually done a lot for the latter…Saturday I spent the day in fellowship with an amazing group of women, all adoptive moms, as we talked and ate and laughed and got our first tattoos. I remember sitting around the table that evening and feel some of my burden be lifted as I found a community willing to walk alongside me in my season of loss and grief. Sunday, I braved meeting a woman I had never met from church, as we went to see Wicked in Philly. It is not something I would have been comfortable doing a year ago, but now is the time for stepping out of my bubble. Tonight, I did a much harder thing and went to see a therapist. I saw one a few months ago, but didn’t feel like it helped much, but after last week, I knew I needed to find someone, and hopefully someone more skilled at the circumstances I am facing. It was good and she already gave me some tools to help work through some of what I am experiencing. Here is to hope that I can find a balance between all the hats I am juggling and am still able to find rest for both my body and soul.