I asked myself, “Where is your drive lately?” I don’t know. I don’t know where I packed it. I don’t know which bag or box or house it’s in. I don’t even know when I will find it in the unpacking process. I don’t know which project to start where, if any or anywhere.
We’ve been in a sort of limbo for over a year. Moving once, twice, soon to be for a third and final time into our dream home...which is still incomplete. 😂 I’m not trying to complain at all. I’m moving into my DREAMHOME. Honestly, it’s beyond what I dreamed of as a child. It’s fantastical and I can’t wait to share it with you here in photos. But it’s been a looooonnnngggg process, it’s still going, and my energy is starting to lag. We were to move in a week ago, so all our stuff is packed up! But then the move was delayed another 2 weeks. So here we sit. Ready, but not ready. Eager, but waiting. Ready to move in, set up and do the work of nesting...but that work can’t yet be started.
How much longer? When will I know? When do I get to go?
How often does life give us the opportunity to practice enjoying a transition? How many times do we get to practice minding the gap between where we are and where we long to be next? And how often do we squander it longing for things to be different?
Pretty f***ing often.
I have 10 more days HERE. In THIS space. In THIS apartment. And, to be honest, it’s pretty freaking fabulous here where I am for now. I am not suffering, except for my longing to be in the next space. So, I’m gonna let that go...✨
Be here. Be now.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Repeat...
