I took pictures of the night sky. I enjoyed moments without time constraints or anyone else\u2019s needs beyond my own and Nick\u2019s. All of it made possible by the two eldest daughters and their collaboration with our teens\u2014something I don\u2019t take lightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Life, of course, speeds right back up when we return.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn is sitting next to me now, playing with Play-Doh, trying to slow down from a busy morning of running around for things that aren\u2019t for us. Nick was off yesterday, which gave us a gentle reset after the weekend. We came back on Sunday and hit the ground running\u2014teenagers, toddler, routines, and of course the Super Bowl. Yesterday slowed again. Today, it\u2019s back into the usual nonsense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s school vacation week, which means the familiar game of what creative interpretation of plain legal language is going to show up this time?<\/em> Someone trying to stomp into my valley\u2014thankfully Nick isn\u2019t allowing giants to roam freely. Some days it feels less like a giant and more like an overenthusiastic orangutan swinging its oversized arms wildly and knocking into things that aren\u2019t theirs. Annoying, occasionally laughable, but still disruptive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What\u2019s stayed with me most this week isn\u2019t irritation, though. It\u2019s clarity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve been thinking a lot about peace\u2014about how some people protect it quietly and fiercely. How cutting out noise isn\u2019t avoidance; it\u2019s intention. It\u2019s choosing what gets access to your time, energy, and inner world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That perspective shifted something in me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I noticed myself second-guessing how much I share and how I share it. Not because anyone asked me to change. Simply because awareness changes things. And sometimes awareness brings a wobble before it finds its balance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This is where my “shadow work” comes in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not in a clinical sense. Not as a label. Just the simple act of noticing the parts of me that learned to stay alert, to stay in control, to anticipate disruption before it happens. Those parts didn\u2019t come from nowhere\u2014they were built as survival tools. They helped me navigate life when things felt unpredictable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Shadow work, for me, is learning when those tools are still useful\u2014and when I can gently set them down. How, what, and when I write are times I set them down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s not about fixing myself. When those parts are acknowledged, they don\u2019t run the show anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Things I\u2019ve learned over this last week or so:<\/p>\n\n\n\n I do like a slower pace of life. You start to see what you want to change. I am not too much. Life can be chaotic\u2014but that\u2019s where I still have choices. And peace? I know now it\u2019s within my grasp. I just need to grab it\u2014and hold it closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A close friend reminded me that writing about my experience\u2014especially with family\u2014is part of my freeing journey. Words have impact, and I know that release can sometimes brush up against discomfort. That isn\u2019t my intention, but it is part of the truth. I\u2019ve carried hurt quietly for a long time, and this is one of the ways I\u2019m learning to let it go. Not to place blame, but to ask forgiveness of myself for all the moments I stayed small to keep the peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I am actively working on forgiveness for myself, allowance for myself, and acknowledging the parts of me that are healing. I realize this method of communication\u2014writing rather than direct conversation\u2014stems from a place of feeling that I am “too much,” and that the only room large enough to hold my expression is the page. If that hurts people because I am not coming out directly to them, I apologize. It is not an act of exclusion, but of survival.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I write because it feels safer to do so. If my words help someone else feel safe, I take pride in that. 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It\u2019s about meeting myself with curiosity instead of judgment.
About understanding why certain reactions exist, rather than fighting them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hold on to control as a form of safety.
Parents are people too, shaped by their own histories.
Not everything is personal.
And sometimes people think they know you based on what you\u2019ve shared\u2014until their perception teaches you something new about yourself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What you already have changed.
And what exists perfectly fine as is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am not too little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n