09/08/2026
TUESDAY TRUTHS 🖤
We’re closed Tues & Wed every week, so let’s shake it up with Tues life chats ✨
This week is filled with doctors & an MRI for Aiden as we figure out what damage his Fri night football injury caused, & potentially make difficult decisions about his future.
As his mom, it’d be easy to live 6 months ahead.
What does this mean for football? What happens next? What if…?
But we don’t get to live 6 months from now.
We get today.
Ironically, that’s exactly what I’ve been learning myself.
For months, I’ve been trying to get my life — and this crazy old hotel - back on track. There were SO many things that needed fixed that I spent more time overwhelmed by the entire mountain than climbing it until the realization - I don’t have to fix everything at once.
I just have to make the next right decision. Then do it again.
Some decisions are big. Many incredibly small. But they add up. Things are getting handled. I’m showing up differently.
And I am starting to notice life again.
Three days, three hotel visitors. First, a dragonfly circled me. The next day, a monarch. Yesterday, a swallowtail.
Same spot. Different little visitor.
This photo is one I took years ago, before Central. I stopped for butterflies.
Then, life got louder. Fear got louder. The what-ifs got louder.
But lately, I’m noticing again.
Maybe they’re signs. Maybe they’re simply beautiful creatures crossing my path.
Either way, I keep hearing:
Keep going. Keep pushing. It’s going to be okay.
Maybe the biggest sign isn’t the butterflies at all. Maybe it’s that I’m finally getting back to the person who notices them.
And maybe Aiden & I aren’t going through such different things after all.
Deal with what we know. Make the next right decision.
Let the future sort itself out when we get there.
Because worrying about tomorrow doesn’t change tomorrow. It just steals today.
Hard seasons teach us. They change us. They show us what we’re made of if we let them.
So we keep showing up & doing the next right thing.
One day & one little step at a time.
Maybe moving forward looks a whole lot like finding your way back to yourself.
And sometimes it looks like stopping for butterflies again.🦋