the nest

the nest

Monday, March 19, 2012

It's all about the love...

I've been saying that for years. For a long time I thought that would be the name of an eventual blog. It is the "tag" line for my business. I say it when I'm frustrated with someone, or when I'm delighted with them.
For me, everything comes back to love.

I've been planning this blog for years. What would it be about, why would I do it in the first place, who is it for. I still don't have those answers, but I decided it was time to push my own self out of the nest and get started.
I'm not sleeping lately and am pretty sure that it's because my brain is going through one of its busy phases.
Am I a good mom?
Why can't I ever finish anything?
What am I supposed to be when I grow up?
How am I supposed to change the world?
What are we having for dinner tomorrow?
Should I get hi-lights or try a little red in my hair?
Who really cares?

It all starts with love... I LOVE my family more than anything in the world ~ my kids are growing before my eyes and the decade of pushing them "out of the nest" has begun. I just want to make sure they always know they can come home... for a little while.

I LOVE my work ~ nothing can bring me greater joy than singing and dancing with families and and their children. When a family brings a new baby to class and I am given the gift of holding and dancing with that sweet, delicious bundle, I can't imagine how doing anything else could be as satisfying.

but what's next? is there more? should I be challenging myself?
I first thought that the 3rd decade of my "adult" life would be all about pushing my children out of the nest, but maybe it's really about pushing myself out.


  1. I love it! Love the title and your thoughts! Bravo, Jane!

  2. Oh, yes, you've captured our age wonderfully! I'm so glad you jumped out of the nest.

  3. I promised my son that I would get a tattoo if he graduated from high school on time (moms do desperate things when necessary). I have not made good on that promise yet because, if I'm going to live with this thing forever, I want it to be right. I keep coming back to the image of a bird and a nest - I just don't know whether I'm the bird or the nest...keep blogging and maybe I'll figure it out.