Let me rephrase that a little… I feel changes in the air, but I don’t know yet what they are. But my optimism, gifted to me by my mom, ensures that I have the capability to turn this into a wonderful thing.
For years, my first priority was overseeing my young son’s every move. He’s now a teen… so things were bound to change a little. I still oversee, and will always do that of course. That’s just what parents do.
Well, not quite. My two, happy, ever loving on me cats are always within arm’s reach. Who knew that their importance to exist would become even more so in the coming years?
Actually, I did know that. When I picked them up, I carefully calculated the years in which they’d probably survive, possibly even out survive me.
“You guys will always be with me, long after my son moves out. I will become ‘that crazy cat lady’ that spoils you rotten in the very best of ways!”
As I made today’s breakfast, and sat alone at the large kitchen island, my fork clanking against the plate felt a little louder. I felt space in more ways than one. I was alone in my thoughts.
I was forewarned that this season would fast approach. And it’s a good and natural one. But so very different from even just a short year ago. Honestly? I don’t quite know what to do with myself.
Circumstances have always dictated what I do. If there was an appointment to rush to, that’s what I would do. A meeting? Time to quickly fill a travel mug with piping hot brew for the road.
But lately, more of those deciding moments have been gifted back to me, as if to say, “Here’s a taste test of what it’ll be like when your time is truly yours. But for now, what would you like to do with x amount of hours ahead?”
Time limits are still in effect, but those gifted moments are coming up more frequently now. Which has me thinking of different ways to prep for them. If I even do.
More often than not, when I’m faced with yet another unfamiliar, quiet moment, rather than jump online (which I frequently have in the past), I’m more inclined to head for the bike, waiting for me in the entryway.
The helmut hangs on a coffee sign on the wall right behind the bike. Bike baskets waiting to be filled with fresh water, and possibly a travel mug filled with coffee in order to catch the sunset in my own special way in front of the river.
Now can you see why I tend to gravitate towards the bike? The bike always seems to win. Maybe it’s a sign of something new in the air. What else am I destined to do? The bike rides take me away from the online, noisy world, and give me a little more space to think, dream, and plot.
What I do know is, I’m more hungry to read words from others rather than just look at pretty pictures. I’ve developed a fever of digging deep within someone’s soul through words. What can I learn from them? Where will they transport me today?
I’ve been positively dying to get some of this in words myself, so today’s the day. Today I’m going to start a weekly journal that will take you along with me for those that desire to dig a little deeper beneath the surface of life as we know it.
What’s really going on? That’s what you will hear.
So for those just looking for junk, you may wish to bypass anything titled ‘journal’.
But for those that want a little more fuel to add to their day in a new way, welcome aboard to my crazy little unpredictable life as I know it.
Funny… for the past week, I haven’t been able to pick up a plank of wood at all, because my thoughts have been on these other life things. Feeling completely guilt ridden, I’ve been thinking, I should be DIYing. I should do this. I should do that. Should should should.
See this old signs coat hook area HERE
But I just couldn’t. So I cleaned my house instead. It needed it. I think we should all take a week off of life as we know it, to just CLEAN!
Which actually did lead to a few new revamps. Who knew? I’ll show you some soon!
But more importantly, my life was overtaken by events that just became louder, or more important than a simple DIY. Because things ARE different.
Yet this entry took a mere few minutes to belt out.
I guess we should start listening to our hearts a little more…
So… here’s why I feel it’s important to share this.
I believe we are ALL starting something new. Maybe it’s the promise of a new family member. Or one moving on. Some may view some changes as a loss. But no matter where you are? I encourage you to flip your change into a GAIN.
I believe changes occur when your story is simply due for a new chapter. And if you don’t follow your heart, you’re holding yourself back.
Run towards the whispers! Allow them to take you where you need to go and be!
I just feel a bigger, newer, much braver story coming on with myself. And it’s my hope that by telling mine as it unfolds, it’ll give you more courage to move forward with yours.
Welcome to my journal!
* What changing story do you feel coming on? *