It’s been a while since I posted something… I think close to 17 days so two weeks. I haven’t had much to say and there’s been several shuffling pieces that needed to find a home before I could get back to writing.
Have things been sorted out? Hardly. Do I really have much to say today? No, not really.
Because there seems to be a grieving process happening; a couple of them actually. I don’t deal with change very well and after stressing so much to make the money for the house, suddenly, there isn’t much to stress about. To me, that leaves a bit of void, even though I should be able to relax and calm down from there. A major change happened though. No longer are we in a small apartment, now we have about double the space and we aren’t tripping over people, except when it comes to the bathroom. One bathroom for five, soon to only be three, people can be rough. So there’s one part.
The other part is the soon-to-be lack of people in the house. Life changes. People grow up and change with it. I think I already said I don’t handle change well. I’d gotten used to things and now, things are flipped upside down and I’m not very resilient. I never really have been. But the lack of people because the kids are moving on and heading off on great adventures… I’m scared but excited for them. This if why I can’t have biological kids. I would be the parent that never wants to let go.
So two grieving processes: One for the void of stressing about moving and one for life changes when it comes to kids.
Simple things in the grand scheme of things, but things that are important to me.
Twelve days… Hopefully sunshine and beaches help shake this feeling.
Then off to planning the next great escape, both personally and professionally.
Listening to: My off-line Amazon Playlist
Quote of the day: “Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.” ― Rumi