Being a wife often feels like standing at the shoreline trying to negotiate with the tide. You want to curate this beautiful, steady life, but the universe usually has other plans. I’m learning to stop fighting the clock and just try to enjoy the minutes while they’re actually happening.
I used to think that "managing" my life meant controlling it. I was wrong. The more I tried to grip the steering wheel, the more exhausted I got.
The most beautiful parts of this life haven't been the things I planned or controlled. They were the unplanned laughs in the middle of a disaster, the way we handled a crisis we never saw coming, and the quiet moments that happened simply because I finally stopped trying to manage everything and just started being there. I can’t control the wind, but I’m getting pretty good at adjusting the sails.