I wrote this last week and didn’t publish because it was a low day. I find myself doing that–self editing my own writing when I’m not comfortable being 100% positive. It’s harder when I know that mostly friends/family are reading. I found it easier several years ago to write to “strangers” than I do now. The move has been good and bad. Not surprising. Most change usually is.
I’m working hard on happiness.
Sometimes, it isn’t the easiest thing to find. Overwhelmed with change and terror over the house not selling–I forget to see what is good and what is right in front of me.
So today, I stopped. I skipped the gym and walked downtown with my girl after dropping the Mo Man off at school. I took in the blooming trees. I enjoyed looking at the beautiful old homes lining the streets of our new town. I smiled at fellow walkers and said “good morning”. I stopped at Starbucks and got an iced tea–even though I had my water bottle. I stopped at the park and watched the ducks swim in the pond. I smiled at Leighton cooing to the ducks and noticed how beautiful and endlessly green the moss was at the bottom of the dark water.
We walked home slowly. Took a new street to see new things. Stopped at the park near the school to take advantage of the swings. Spent a little extra time going down the slides before getting into the car to head home for lunch. Called a friend that I love dearly and caught up. A little slice of home that I miss.
I made a mental list of what is good. Green grass, flowering trees, farmer’s markets, lakes. New friends, great parks, family. New house, big yard, new opportunities. We will find our groove. This will be home.
I keep telling myself that it’s ok. It’s just new. The people I love in the desert are just a phone call away.