Hello friends, and welcome back to the blog!
LIFE QUOTE
“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.”
― Tupac Shakur
Hello everyone. I hope you’re doing well—staying grounded, taking care of your mind, getting enough rest, and finding small pockets of joy wherever you can.
Friends, we’ve officially stepped into April—warmer temps, longer days, and all the promise of new beginnings. And yet…why am I so damn tired all the time? 🤔💭 Maybe it’s the shift, maybe it’s life life-ing, or maybe my body is simply asking me to slow down and listen. Either way, we’re leaning into it.
It’s time for my fifth installment—Spring Confessions—where I’m letting it all unfold, one honest thought at a time.
When you live in a major city during Spring, and the cherry blossoms 🌸 are in full bloom, everyone wants to be part of the excitement—well… if we’re calling it that.
I’ve lived in DC all my life, and having (forced) field trips as a child to see the trees wasn’t all that exciting then, and it definitely isn’t now, but I don’t knock them being there; it’s a part of DC’s culture. Like Go-Go music, but a lot more boring.
AT HOME
Friends, I don’t quite know where to begin, but I suppose I’ll start with the biggest thing of all—I am officially an (older) empty nester. My daughter has moved out, and if I’m being honest, there’s a bit… okay, a lot… of separation anxiety on both sides. We’ve been in each other’s orbit for the better part of our lives, so this shift feels both unfamiliar and deeply emotional.
There’s so much to get used to—the quiet, the stillness, the unexpected waves of loneliness that sneak in when I least expect them. But alongside that is a quiet knowing that this is a good thing for both of us. Growth rarely comes without a little discomfort, and home will always remain what it’s always been: a place of refuge, a soft landing, somewhere she can return to and feel safe, loved, and grounded.
I’m learning to sit with the quiet now. To not rush to fill it. Even though work has a way of siphoning off my time (a necessary evil, as we all know), I’m trying to be intentional with the moments I do have at home—getting used to this new rhythm, this new kind of space.
And on the upside, I can already see the possibilities. This shift is going to allow both of us to flourish in our own ways. I’m easing into it—adding a few functional pieces around the house, refreshing my walls with new artwork, and slowly reimagining my space to reflect this next chapter.
It’s different. It’s tender. But it’s also the beginning of something new.
AT WORK
Friends, let’s just dip a toe into this one—not a full submerge, because whew… there’s a lot there.
Work is… ehh. But honestly, that’s not new. It’s kind of always been that way. I sometimes wonder what it must feel like to be one of those people who genuinely loves what they do—not a job born out of convenience or necessity, but something chosen with care, intention, and purpose. A place where you feel like you’re making a real difference.
This place… ain’t it.
Now, let me be fair. I’m grateful—truly. In this climate, in these tumultuous times, having stability is no small thing. And after 27 years, that kind of consistency means something. It’s unwavering in that way. But it’s also rooted in old ways, antiquated mindsets, and systems that make me want to… well… act completely out of character. Let’s just say, if I had a pen and a little too much time, some portraits might end up with mustaches and a few extra details. 🤣
The truth is, I can feel it—my time here is coming to an end. And that realization? It’s equal parts freeing and terrifying.
I try not to let every little thing get under my skin. I really do. I keep telling myself, “Grin and bear it—you don’t have long.” But you know me—I’ve never been one to bottle things up. Holding it in does more harm than good, and I’m grateful to have a boss who at least gives me the space to speak my mind when I need to.
But lately? We’re in the middle of an office renovation, and let’s just say… what we were told and what’s actually happening are two very different things. We were assured that “very little would change,” and yet here we are—facing shifts that feel anything but small. It’s frustrating. It’s exhausting. Because at the end of the day, I just want to do my work, get through it, and hang this whole thing up like a coat when I walk out the door.
There’s a lot of uncertainty right now, and I could go on… and on… and on. But that’s for another entry.
For now, I’ll say this—my fatigue is outweighing my loneliness these days, and I’m hoping for a bit of reprieve somewhere in the midst of it all.
Until next time, friends. — END
Well, friends, we’ve come to the end of the rainbow—so to speak. Getting these thoughts out of my head and onto the page has lightened the load just a bit, and for now, I’m moving a little easier… stepping lightly—like a woodpecker 🐦⬛with a headache.
Thank you for sitting with me in this space. Wishing you a little peace, a little rest, and whatever lightness you need to carry you through.— Peace ✌🏽
Into the Further we go…
