When you do everything for yourself and make all your decisions alone, having shirtless brown skinned boys and men buzzing around your home lifting, building and cleaning up after themselves can feel like Christmas every day.
An enormous rusty box of a dumpster replaces your car in the driveway. The small job they are doing will be a big mess and they will require this big box to hold that mess. The box is like a big present to me even though it will carry away the floor my babies played on, the place we ate most meals as a family of four and then a family of three, the windows we looked out of to notice the backyard maple tree changing with the seasons,with questions ‘are those snowflakes, momma?’, and the room we danced in as we did the dishes.
As much as I have loved my home like a quirky, warm and colourful friend with hang ups and problems, I look forward to having room to move in, work in and grow in.
When the dumpster leaves and the work is done the future will arrive. The future arrives every day but it tiptoes so quietly you can’t notice it. When you change your surroundings you celebrate all the different ways you can live because you have shaken things up. A new vista, a different perspective, an appreciation of everything stomps in with a marching band and a drum roll.
I have a new post published on my Flying Solo blog- take a peek at Buffalo Soldier
Nancy – talked to Cathy Gildiner last week and was asking her about how you go about getting published and she said to just send your stuff to the publishers!!!it also helps if you have a lot of hits on your blog. Yours will be your blogs from the beginning on up…except you are not finished as yet!
thank you Sue – this is exciting,n
I happen to like change, at one point in my life I constantly changing things, room appointments, furniture arrangements, jobs, hair, houses every 2.5 years or less. My record for one home was 8 months before we had kids.
I had a hard time understanding my friends who were so change averse.
I am now almost 3 years in my current home, staying at home for 4, and my change-lust is in full throttle. I start looking at MLS listings, job listings, got a bad haircut, shifted the living room to the family room.
It was time to realize I am a change addict. So starting every day with the nasty haircut, I wrestle back into a bun of sorts, I started to just sit the my feelings of the obsession to change, I realize this is just one more thing I can learn to sit with. That my constant change was my distraction to my stagnating spirit.
I see that this is not to different from my change averse friends. It is just a differnt mode of comfort distractions.
What a joy to see people like you Nancy who find that balance from keeping change at bay when the time needs it to picking the right time for change.
One of your original posts said something so timely for me about changing nothing materially unless necessary for 1 full year when there is emotional turmoil. Not unlike meditation for a person like me. It was the best advice I heard in a long while.
I did not know you were such a change addict. So interesting! did you read spare change on my UM blog-I think it is so interesting why we hold onto somethings so tightly and change up other things so readily.