There as a season recently where I felt completely emotionally checked out. Life felt heavy all of the time. I felt like I was failing at everything- failing as a mom, failing to keep up with the house, failing to keep myself together. Even the smallest things started to feel overwhelming, and I found myself slipping into this place where I was constantly feeling sorry for myself and slightly mourning the life I used to have. By that I mean, I miss my old co-workers, I missed having a job and feeling accomplished, I miss my old friends and my daily chats with them. One of the hardest parts of moving has been realizing that relationships change, even the ones you thought never would. The people you used to talk to every day slowly become people you barely hear from. Life keeps moving for everyone, and sometimes you don’t even realize how disconnected you’ve become until you find out something major happened in someone’s life...