Are ever really ‘on it’?

I’m lucky enough to find myself in a few different communities; motherhood, yoga world and flower farming.

I’m biased but I think that each community I’m a part of has the best members. Truly, top tier. & I also feel like we all hold the same thread of being a damn hot mess.

You would think by now that I’d have it somewhat figured out. I do to an extent, that extent being a little bit better than last year. But gosh, am I absolutely not alone in saying, what the hell is going on? That moment I come up for air, no matter what community bubble I’m in is always so jarring but at the same time completely supported.

I think that’s kind of the whole spin on this life thing; you never really have it fine tuned, figured out, or combed down nicely. You’re just kind of in and out, around and about, up and down — with some of the most kind, loving and supportive people you pick up along the way.

So, every September I may be completely surprised by the sheer resilience weeds have by the end of the season. I might honestly believe my toddler will eat the new fruit I put on his plate. And I may even think, “what more can I gain from practicing yoga?” — & every time some person, human, member from my little community bubble will surface to laugh and remind me, “hey me too”.