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This Phase of my Life I call "Driving"

Does that voice in your head ever starting narrating your life as you live it? Mine does and right now it's sounding like that movie "The Pursuit of Happyness" where the Will Smith character was just trying to scrape by with a place to sleep for his son. He had a phase in his life he called running. I have that one too- not the same as his - but right now I can hear myself narrating: (not that my life would ever be made into a movie) "This is a part of my life I like to call Driving."  And yes, I do know that school's only been in for 1/2 a day.

I mean people have to travel right? I grew up in a sprawly western town and I had to drive a lot to get places. I had to drive to my job, I had to drive to the university. I had to drive to get to church. I had to drive to get where I needed to go. So, for right now, I can drive to get my daughter to where she needs to be. Or, rather, to get my sons to where they need to be and to pick up my daughter from where she needs to be. Yeah, my husband helps, and I've arranged a little carpool, so it's not that  bad. And, for now, all of this driving is keeping me from having to homeschool.

I'm really trying to work on the positive self talk right now. Remember the days when you used to sit around reading books to the kids for hours to pass the time? The kids were small, you had nowhere to go, and you had to make up errands to have something to do outside of the house. Well, those days are gone and right now I need to go pick someone up.

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