Moving without Moving . . .

I must say that I am the master of a good move.

When I moved into my home just over three years ago, I didn’t flinch one bit.  I did not move a single muscle.  I blinked …

Well, I’m sure I was blinking, but the blinking didn’t actually do it.  

Maybe a bit of winking.

This is what was happening while I was blinking/winking/working …

While deployed on short notice to the other side of the world, my house closed, my apartment lease expired, and my best friends gathered some of theirs and my friends and together they moved me in.

It was blissful.

This move to novemberjuliet was almost that easy.

So where the heck have I been?  There’s not too much to say about what has kept me so busy over the past couple of years, and in particular over the past few months, except to say the light is bright and it’s heat informs me that I’m close to the end of this road.  The intensity of my job, its demands personally and professionally, were crushing and rewarding all at the same time.  This adversity has shown me how much I can stretch … and how much I’d rather not on account of the expensive emotional and personal toll it can take, and that’s been such a gift.  I marvel at how much I have learned about myself through the folks who have worked for me, with me, and managed me.  I can only hope they learned a thing or two as well.

This move marks the end of that old and the beginning of this new bright shiny rest period.  Two years to think, to write, and to learn.  Another gift.

For those of you still here … thanks for sticking this out.  

For those of you returning … welcome back.  I hope to be a better friend!

And for those of you who’ve made a new find … hello to you.

Comments

[baron]

Love it!! Glad you can see the light at the end of the tunnel ~ here's to more learning and growing!