Somewhere near our house is a hot air balloon launch site, which I think is the absolute coolest thing ever. On any clear morning there may be five balloons littering the sky as excited people in the basket look down on the beautiful blue ridge that we call home. Brooks loves running to our side door to see the bright colorful balloons that for some reason remind me of a time gone by.
It makes me happy that hot air balloons still exist. I’ve never ridden in one, but I bet that little compares to that feeling of lifting away from the ground with only open air surrounding you. I am sure that folks riding have been looking forward to the adventure for quite some time.
Speaking of adventures, I’m starting my own. After being a public educator for eight years, I’ve decided to take some time off and be a stay-at-home mom/freelance writer. That sentence makes it looks like the two jobs are 50/50, but it will be more like 90/10 respectively. Most of my day will be with my children, but early in the morning (my favorite time of day), during naps, and in the afternoon, I plan to write. I don’t know if anything will come of it, but I at least want to try.
It’s a weird thing, me doing this. A career becomes part of one’s psyche, part of his or her being, which I didn’t realize until I let mine go last week. It was an emotional time for me. I cried a lot, prayed a lot, talked to every close friend and family member I have.
In the end though, I looked at Brooks, and I looked at Case, and I just knew. It was time, time for them to have more of me. And when I finally let it sink in, that I was going to be home with them and have more time to write, I felt like I was lifting away from the ground with only the open air surrounding me.