When the week feels repetitive and demanding, and the weekend is pre packed with social engagements, I get a bit anxious. Will I have the energy for it all? 

As my cup fills with good conversations, and the kids are included and present and easy going, I see old friends, we host our pastor from California, and we enjoy together fellowship, good conversations, Conrad cooks and is an active part of hosting, I relish in all the good things and I wonder: “what was so hard last week?” 

Expectations from competing social engagements. I put undue pressure on myself. To show up because I know how discouraging it is to organize things and people don’t show up. Though it’s not personal. I’m knee deep into too many things. It’s sticky.

But as we plan one more brunch with friends, sending off a brother, mentor, friend, who blessed us with his company, I feel at peace. And I shall relish in this gift of knowing who I am today, embrace it, and rest.