As many of my friends can attest, when I start a new show (yay!), I pretty much disappear into a little bubble for a few weeks.  I’m doing good if I manage to let my parents know I’m alive, let alone anyone else.  This post is partially about that.  And partially not.  But let’s start there.  

Hi everyone.  I am alive. Alive and well, actually.  

Everything changes so quickly around here.  Luke and I, both being in the entertainment industry, change jobs about every 6 months.  Sometimes it’s even quicker than that.  A month here, three months there.  Oh, the life of the freelancer.  It’s amazing and scary and wonderful and terrifying all at the same time.  

Sometimes I wonder how well I’m really handling it.  Sometimes I wonder how well my friends and family are handling it.  Over the last few months, I’ve had several people get upset because I wasn’t there for them 24/7.  Luke and I rarely ever make it to dinner with anyone before 9pm, and that’s usually only on Mondays when his schedule is still relatively early.  I wish that there were 30 hours in every day so I could see everyone I want to see.  I wish that we didn’t come home, completely exhausted and worn clean through every night.  But it’s unspeakably worth it for us.  We are working towards becoming who we were made to be.  There’s something really lovely about that.  There is nowhere else we’d rather be.  Nothing else we’d rather be doing.  It’s our heart and our joy to be here.  

I’ll still be blogging here as often as I can over these next few months.  Good things are happening in life right now.  And I think even more amazing things are just around the corner.  Some days I’m so excited I can barely breathe.  

But please have grace with me.  I’m exhausted to the very deepest part of my soul right now. I’m imperfect. But today is not forever.  Life will not always look like this.  I will emerge on the other side of everything…. One day soon.  

I promise.