Today marks a new season in my life… one that to the outside would seem fairly low on the importance scale, but it’s made me pretty emotional.
I dropped my youngest child off at pre-school this morning where he’ll go every day till 12.
Ya, no biggie right?
But it is a big deal. It means that I’m in a new season and new seasons are fun and exciting, but can also be terrifying and hard.
I’m so looking forward to the chance to write uninterrupted and go to language school in the mornings and work on my freelance projects, but then it also feels selfish and unnecessary since he is still so young.
Well this morning he was all like: