a word that keeps popping up in my mind: restless. maybe it's from still renovating our home, maybe from soon-turning 30, maybe having a toddler, all good guesses. most of my sentences start with "i want to" and "i wish we could". so, yea, restless.
i'm open to hearing when this feeling will pass, but in the meantime i know what won't make me feel better is standing still or making excuses. the mind is weird, so this post will make me feel more accountable and i'll start tackling the huge things on my to do list (guys, it's so long.) baby steps, even on the boardwalk 🐚