Per usual, when I have a zillion and seventeen things to do, I freeze in an over panic of to do.

Of feeling like I can’t move fast enough, so I don’t move. When really, I just need to slowly and methodically, begin. Begin with one thing, then on to the next.

We are taking off this evening for our beloved Douglas Lake. Our North Woods. Our Pure Michigan.

It’s Birthday time up in these parts and there is no better place to slow down, take a deep breath and reset than The Lake.

Amazing to think it will be FOH’s third trip there — the first when he was nothing more than a shocking realization, growing in my belly.

It’ll be a quick few days, but the days will be ours. That’s what I’m looking forward to the most.

And maybe a sunset or two. The loons. Brother, The BF, and Maman, too. All of us together.

Here’s to safe travels and woodsy adventures, of the Hemingway kind.