Empty Nesting

I have transitioned to the next chapter of my life. Overhearing the chatter of the two young mothers with offices at the end of the hall have opened my eyes to my newfound reality.  They are overwhelmed with trying to be successful at their jobs, their parenting and their marriages.  They are in the thick of seeking that elusive balance between work and home.  

 

That balance - -  which was so unknown to me a handful of years ago - - has become quite tangible.  Who knew?

I thought back then my chaos was my forever.  Old journals are saturated with penciled-in afterschool events, softball games, gymnastic meets.  The many hats I wore: Chauffer, Nurse, Chaperone, Financier (how much does that uniform cost?!), and Confidante.  i was always tired and there was never enough hours in the day.  I magined the sweet, unknown luxury of having nothing to do after work except go home and stay there.   

Now that that once-imagined time has arrived, it tastes more bitter than sweet.  Empty nest... two little words to describe a big void.