I feel like I’m at a little bit of a crossroads.
I’m not sure if it’s an actual crossroads or just a mental fork in the road. Maybe it’s because springtime is finally making herself known, the pokey little darling she’s been. Maybe it’s the baby fog lifting from introducing our newest heartthrob Wildly Co. to the world. Man, creating anything is exhausting…even dinner!
Recently, there has been a transition we seriously pursued for about 9 months. I’m sure you’ve been there before. It was something we felt called to, it was an opportunity that sounded equal parts exciting and terrifying. It seemed like the feeling right after the highest hill on a rollercoaster. And we walked forward in it for more than 9 months. We said yes to each step of the way. Until the necessary pieces stopped falling into place. We started to feel more and more burdened and weighed down by the obvious. Our plans were not coming together in any sense of the word. And, finally, we decided the time wasn’t right to act. It just wasn’t. Pressing a square peg where a round one is meant never makes for a good fit.
So, now, I look up and I look around and I notice that I sort of decided somewhere along the way to stop living in this house. That mantle I meant to redecorate still sits untouched since Thanksgiving. The dining room is non-functional, piled with cardboard boxes from 6 months worth of shipments and piles of papers. I stopped having dreams about what living in this house could be like. I stopped wondering how the boys will adventure in this yard. I stopped looking to meet new people here, because I didn’t know how long we’d remain.
In other words, I kind of started holding my breath. Until…I let it go. I found relief about a week ago, and since then I’ve been poking all of my important parts–kind of like after a near miss. Wanting to make sure everything is still there and working, I’m pinching myself and smacking my cheeks pink and back to reality.
I’m looking around and taking inventory of how to make this house alive again. I let the soul of our home get dreary, and we need to perk her up! First, the chevron curtains in our bedroom from almost 4 years ago…those need to go. Then, I think I can manage the rest with some paint and new art.
As I sit in the middle of the intersection, I’m spending some time thinking about my writing here at Tiny Twig. I’ve been doing this now for about 5 years–and things change along the way. I’d be so grateful if you’d take 3 minutes and fill out this 10 question Reader Survey!