Becoming Selene: This Is Hard

I promised a midweek post, but that didn’t happen. I’ve got the first submission edited and ready for you — in my head. I’ll get it on the screen soon enough.

College admission decisions begin to roll out this week in my neck of the woods. My amazing friend L pulls together “Camp Chair Coffees” for my Senior’s class parents every month. This month the counselor from the school came to our gathering to talk about managing this season of our lives. She gave us so much great advice and a lot of grace. And she must have said a half dozen times, “This is hard.”

I took a rideshare to a birthday dinner for my friend, another L, last night. My driver was lovely and we chatted about kids. He has two, one who is in college and one he wishes were. That child lives at home and really isn’t doing much of anything. He got pretty emotional sharing all the ways he’s tried to motivate and support that kid. He said he cries a lot.

“It’s hard,” I said, as I opened to door to get out.

“It’s hard,” he agreed.

I promised him I’d send good thoughts his way.

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