The Moment You Realize You Are Completely Overbooked

  

So. I was staring at the calendar today, trying to get my life together, and suddenly it hit me:

We are very overbooked for one particular weekend.

The children’s theater I’m involved with has a play scheduled (dates have been set for a while—oops). One of my children is the assistant director. Another kid has decided they wants to be in the play.

And then I remembered… we already have tickets to a convention. An hour away. The same weekend.

Cue panic. And spreadsheets. And me mentally mapping out how many round trips I can realistically make in 48 hours before I lose my mind.

Current Status:

• Oldest son: deeply committed to the play and already in full director mode, but has also spent weeks working on cosplay for the con

• Younger child: con-focused, but also really wants to audition for the play

• Me: expected to be at both the theater and the con, possibly at the same time, dressed as a cosplay character and holding a clipboard

It’s going to take careful timing, creative logistics, and maybe a clone or two. But you know what? We’re going to make it work. Because this is what life looks like when your people are passionate—and you're the one cheering from every angle (with caffeine in hand).

Stay tuned for chaos.

#OverbookedWeekend #TheaterLife #ConLife #MomOfAllTrades #ICanDoThisProbably

Embarking on a Journey (Again)

 Some journeys don’t start with a single step—they restart after a long pause.

This isn’t my first time here. I’ve walked this path before, with excitement in my chest and words at my fingertips. But like many creative pursuits, life happened, distractions crept in, and what once felt urgent and alive slowly faded into the background.

Now, I’m finding my way back.

Coming back to writing feels both familiar and new. There’s a strange comfort in returning to a space you once loved, even if the terrain looks a little different than before. The ideas may be rustier, the confidence a bit quieter, but the pull—the desire to create, to explore, to express—is still strong.

This blog is my way of picking up where I left off. Not with pressure or perfection, but with presence. With curiosity. With the intention to keep going, one word at a time.

If you’ve ever stepped away from something you loved and struggled to return, I hope this resonates. There’s no shame in the pause—only strength in the restart.

Thanks for joining me, again. Let’s see where the words take us this time.