The last part of this year seems to be about making some choices-job choices, middle school choices, family choices. They have been hard things for me to think about. I agonized over some of them. At the time, it seemed torturous.
As the distance from these decisions has gotten greater, I have realized how privileged I am to even have all these choices. They are “good” problems to have. I know that I am lucky, privileged, fortunate.
*The picture has nothing to do with this. I took it this afternoon while the girls were painting ornaments.