Dearest Diary,
I’ve been looking back at the "Grand Finale" of the twin-mum years—that intense window between ages 13 and 16.
If the earlier years were about learning to be the Navigator from the sofa, these years were the ultimate test of that strategy. We were living through a global pressure cooker.
It was a perfect storm: two teenagers finding their wings, a world in lockdown, and the massive upheaval of leaving the home I’d lived in for 23 years.
I’ve written before about the "actual moves" and the logistics of those transitions in my previous blog posts, but looking back now, I see the emotional weight I was carrying. My body was reacting to the move, but my mind had to stay fixed on being the anchor for my children.
During those years, my three books—my "quiet victories"—were already out in the world. I had written and published them in the gaps between school runs and dance competitions, but I chose to leave them alone. I didn't chase the limelight or the "author hustle." My bandwidth was needed for the move, for the pandemic, and for my teens. I let the books wait in the wings while I navigated us toward our new home.
Now, in my 50s, sitting in the "Recliner Office" of the house we strategically planned for, I see that the "Twin Mum" series ends with that arrival. The move into this sanctuary wasn't just about a new address; it was the birth of Life with Sweetestmoondust.
I’m ready to stop leaving my books alone. Over the next six months, I’m taking one slow step at a time to bridge the gap between those old victories and the new chapters I'm writing today. The Navigator has found her shore, and now, it’s time to let the Author speak. 🌙✨
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