Yesterday was the last day of school. That means no Magic Yellow Bus for 77 days. Having an additional four humans in your space for an additional seven hours a day can definitely affect the general flow of structure I work to create around here.

I’m actually ok with change. It’s transition that gets me tripped up. Why do I have trouble embracing transition? Because I have trouble lowering my standards. It’s really difficult for me to turn down the volume without feeling like everything is spinning out of my control.

Anything new or different can get me feeling that my train is off the tracks. It can be more people in the house, a new work demand, my husband’s hours changing…even a new toaster can muddle my flow. The lie that I tell myself is that the train has derailed. The reality is that the train just needs to slow down to make some unfamiliar stops.

The question is, Can I be gentle to myself through the change? Can I take things off my list because new things have been added? Can I be patient with myself while I learn a new skill? Can I get extra help? Can I let myself burn some toast?

I can try.