Change Is the Only Constant

I have so much to tell you! Where to begin?

I came to a crossroads this summer—it was right around my 33rd birthday, come to think of it—where I realized that something had to give.

Running a full-time daycare out of my home has been fun and rewarding, but thoroughly exhausting. If you are a parent, you already know what I’m talking about. Even a relatively easy day where there are no big conflicts—where I am more of a companion and human jungle gym than a mediator or teacher—wipes me out.

this photo is not staged

this photo is not staged

I just didn’t have energy to do anything at the end of the day other than crawl in bed. I wasn’t exercising enough; I wasn’t seeing my friends during the week; some days, I didn’t even leave the house other than to take the kiddos outside. I knew that I needed to either hire an assistant or cut my hours back.

Milo comforting Felix when his leg hurt

Milo comforting Felix when his leg hurt

After debating the two options for a few days, I decided to cut my hours back. In a few months, I will be switching from a full-time childcare to mornings-only. Most of my kids are already on this schedule, but making it official will allow me to transition to the next stage of my career. I have been wanting to return to labor doula work, but didn’t have the freedom and time to do so. When I switch to mornings only, I will be able to join a doula collective and attend 2-4 births a month. At least, that is the goal.

I am excited! If you’re in the Portland area and know a mama-to-be who could use a doula, send her my way!

Another big change in my personal life is that I have joined the Rose City Rollers recreational league, the Wreckers.

In July, I wrote this tweet:

…and the rest is history. Never let it be said that I don’t know myself!

Despite my interest, I’ve been holding roller derby at arm’s length for 8 years, because I thought that the last thing I needed was another demand on my time. Little did I know, it was exactly what I needed: regular exercise, a strong community of powerful women, and—let’s be honest—the catharsis that comes with knocking someone to the ground on a regular basis.

Pretty soon, I’m sure that there will be pictures of me growling in stripey socks and giant bruises to accompany these posts, but I just started, so right now I am just building endurance and getting my skate legs back.

I have so much more to tell you, but I’ve already gone on long enough for one post, so it will need to wait for later this week, I guess.

What has this summer brought you?

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