Today I have things to do but I’m choosing a slower pace and hushed tones.
Change is the only reality. However dear our surroundings are to us, we cannot hold onto it forever. And maybe thats a good thing. Although I am someone who is a creature of habit, and stability is what I desire the most. Yet deep down I know, that it hinders personal growth and ability to strive in life and eventually shine. I derive great pleasure from my comfort zone and all things known. And when change comes, I always do my best to shun it in all ways, first to deny that its happening, then be angry that its happening, and finally getting nostalgic about what had BEEN; however imperfect, the past always looks greener.
Husband and I are going through these days with eyes full of dreams and tummies full of butterflies. On the cusp of our new adventure, a big move for our family, and we are both exhilarated at the possibilities and terrified of what might be. As long as we both hold tight to each other and jump, I am hopeful that we can reach the other side, not completely unscathed but with minimal bruises.
For now, finding comfort in the little things: tea in my favorite mug, hugs from my babies and their little vocabularies that keep on improving, my own pillow, evening family time, the promise of long drives and distant places, a dear friend to talk to in the wee hours and comfort-television to unwind. And also husband, always husband.
Leaving it here for now, I will update soon what holds next. Say a little prayer if you will.