So, I never posted anything last week. Couldn’t really get my thoughts together. Not that it’s much better this week.

Every day feels so distracting, like there’s so much stuff going on and I’m missing all the important stuff. And I am.

In all the rush, I forgot to enjoy the moments watching my daughter play these last few games of her senior year.

I forgot about the progress I’ve made. At first I was excited because a scan showed I had increased muscle mass and decreased body fat, and I’m feeling so much better lately. Great news, right? I was enjoying a night out and having a great time. Then someone took a picture. Now that’s all I can see, all the progress I haven’t made.

I forgot that my job is just a job. I let all the headaches and drama wear me down until I had nothing left for anyone else. Including me.

I forgot to take care of myself. I missed some gym days, didn’t eat well while we were traveling, and everyone else’s problems came first.

I forgot how much it hurts to not have anyone to lean on, to redirect me when I get off track, to miss me when I’m not home…

Now I see it. I’m working to get back on track, back to giving myself some priority. I know I’ll get there.