January 24, 2026

I Might

I frequently tell those who know me that I “might” be able to do this or that. I might be able to drop by with some clothes my daughter has outgrown for another mom to go through. I might be able to meet for coffee and conversations desperately needed with my similarly sandwiched sisterhood. I might be able to get my work notes done by a certain day. I might be able to make and keep an appointment with my own therapist every few months. I’m might write what used to be my annual Christmas Letter which started arriving just before Valentine’s Day and then not at all for the last 3 or is it 4 years? I might be able to show up at the monthly PTO meeting and it’s a bigger might for me to be able to find time to volunteer a little like I used to. I might get a corner of a room organized, but don’t count on the whole dining room being usable anytime soon. I might unblock the attic stairs and carry all that is on one of my many plunking piles to its place. If you need me I’ll just be here doing the next thing because my list is endless and so many tabs are open in my mind that I might never manage them all. But I might just put those to-do’s on a list and I heard research shows that I might get better sleep if I make that list before bed. So u might, or I might tell myself again that I don’t want to pause to make the list, that it will swallow too many precious minutes in all of the busyness. My favorite people tell me what an amazing job i am doing with everything on my plate. Others criticize mainly. I can’t promise I will manage today. I can’t be sure that I will manage tomorrow. But I might.