When he said “my time” he did mean that he’d rescue us.

I just didn’t know what he meant.

But now I do.

If you haven’t heard, the housing market (for buyers) is pretty terrible. Particularly, for first-time middle-class buyers like ourselves, it seems impossible to find a house that meets our criteria. The story of the day is that you see a house you like on Zillow, you send it to your realtor, you go see it, by the time you get there it has 15 offers on it and when you go check to see how much it sold for it was $40,000 above asking. I keep telling people off in my head and asking them to PLEASE go look where you can afford and leave the houses I can afford for ME. T H A N K Y O U!

I’ve been forced to feel like Mary thrice in his season. First, through the anticipation of carrying a new child who’s unknown to you and the world with the potential for so much light and goodness, and feeling unworthy or unequipped to follow through on forming them. Second, the anxiety and fright of a lost (unhealthy, runaway, scared, disappointed) child, there’s no more paralyzing feeling than not knowing what’s going on with your kid. Third, when he came back to life and I remembered the promise of a child who God undoubtedly is with.

I’m usually not a big fan of “chewing the meat and spitting out the bones” because often the meat ain’t even seasoned right itself. But, in this case, if we’re going to do it with Christmas and Easter (and Thanksgiving and Communion and vestments and wedding rings and the days of the week and the months of the year), we can certainly do it for Halloween.

The two A-’s that resulted in my 3.94 rather than a 4.0 is a fail in my book. The fact that Honor didn’t start talking until after he turned two, although he now has over 70 words and a few 2 word phrases that he uses consistently - fail. The business that is thriving, despite my needing to do tremendously better with marketing - fail. All the times I don’t know all the answers at my brand spanking new job - fail.

Unless a man is permanently friendzoned and perfectly okay with that, it is a rare occurrence that a man introduces a woman to another man.

I was feeling like the work I was doing was beneath me, beneath my experience, beneath my education; which, both, have always defined “me.” And on some (read: most) days that took away from my gratefulness that I had THREE (extremely manageable) jobs. The idea of more consumed me, and if I’m being real, still does.

So, when I feel like I'm losing it, and when I feel like I have not a clue what to do next, I do the only thing there is to do right now. I trust that God has got it all under control and I take the next client that walks into DryBar - White Plains.