I stepped off the plane last week, being out of town for two weeks. So much has changed in just that short time. The weather is cooler, the grass is taller...thanks to a friend, my house is clean...my ten year old has decided to go to school this year. My 18 year old is making plans to move out and start his own new adventure. And me? I am rewriting a story I thought I was done writing.
I didn't think I would have to do this. But then again. I always knew I would.
I am coming to find that we are never done writing our story. Things change, life shifts. People make different choices...sometimes without us even agreeing, and we are left to clean up the mess and pick up the pieces. We are all on our own journey here and some of us are better at it than others. Some of us have more practice at sifting through the bullshit, brushing ourselves off and hopping on the next train. Some of us have gained the wisdom to know this isn't about us...none of it is, and maybe that will take a bit of heaviness off when you wake up in the middle of the night feeling like you can't breathe. Maybe.
But know this. We are all just trying. We are all going through our own stuff. We are all just doing the best that we can and if we can practice kindness and gratitude towards one another, life just gets a little bit sweeter. Even if it is just for a moment.
I am not missing out on the good with what is going on around me these days. I am practiced enough to know that more beauty is right around the corner. That my children leaving is just part of the plan, just like the weather changing and the grass growing. These things I can count on...like clockwork. And counting on things...well that's just exactly what I am needing right now.