I have heard from some people that our lives are speeding up. We are spiraling towards an inevitable colision with reality and we just aren’t realizing that we are the ones filling up the tank, fueling our destruction.

I realize this, yet I am doing the same.

It is such a rush (no pun intended) to know that I am on my path and doing what I am supposed to be doing. I am a sponge now that I know where my talents lie and I am soaking in all of the knowledge that I can.

A week of classes towards certification starts on Monday. I will be attending 5 classes a day for almost a week, in addition to the class I’ve just started on Wednesday evenings and keeping the class I am teaching, although it is almost over. I am feeling happy, stimulated and fulfilled.

My children, however, are not. My youngest came up to me and held onto my legs and said, “I’m so glad you’re home, Mommy.”

I’ve already paid for my classes next week so I feel obligated to attend. I can’t just throw away $175. I do have some ideas for changes immediately after. I am ending my volunteer work with PPD, for various reasons, and will ‘officially’ put in my notice tomorrow to take effect after this year’s event. I will attend classes next week but after that I am putting myself under restriction. I will not be obligating myself to things that are more than I can handle, and I have laid down on paper what I am willing to take on and how much time I can allot for various endeavors.

School will be starting soon and my oldest will be attending classes two days per week. On those days I will not schedule anything because I want to use that time to play with my baby, apart from his brother. The days that my oldest has classes, I am reserving the nights for family. These days will be over before I know it and I feel like their lives are just passing my by.

Yeah, change is needed. So change is what will happen.