When you finally realize the divine timing that brought you to where you are, is the same divine timing that will keep you going to where you need to go, you will already be where you are supposed to be.
Now that we have a floor plan, and cabinets, and almost a finished living area floor, I can’t stall on making interior decisions any longer. Thank the Gods for Pinterest and the hours sucked into the rabbit hole trying to find inspiration for the inside. Now, if I could just stop being so picky I might have more pins on my board.
Last week, on March 25th, Governor Walz announced a Stay at Home order for Minnesota to last until at least April 9th. It wasn't a total surprise; it had been suggested before, and with so many other states settling in for their shut downs, kind of expected.
That’s the hard part though, isn’t it? That talking to someone. That opening yourself up to being vulnerable, to being judged. That initial communication that is so hard to push through your lips. I always found it easier to write my feelings than to talk about them, because it always feels easier to be vulnerable on paper than in person
It’s amazing how sometimes you can see that things are happening for a reason before you ever get to the point of looking back at it.
It’s been over a month now since we closed on our house. My mind has been so overwhelmed with all the changes that are going on that I am just now back to a headspace from which I can pull coherent thoughts out.
When I told my parents we weren’t going to be here next year for Christmas my dad looked out at the snow and said “I don’t blame you” and my mom said “Huh.” with that you-hurt-my-feelings-but-I’m-going-to-pretend-you-didn’t attitude she puts out when she is skeptical.
Her response may have had something to do with Christmas 1987.
Sunday night our world changed.
It was something I thought I was prepared for, but the emotional roller coaster I have been on this week might say otherwise.
Normally, the house is covered with lights and there are spruce tip containers on the front porch. We usually have two Christmas trees; not because I love decorating them and taking them down…ugh. We have two trees because my parents are getting older and decided that the tree they had was too heavy to bring up from the basement anymore, and we just happened to have the perfect house for two trees. And I have more than enough ornaments to cover them both.
All of the days, I wake up completely intending to do all of the things…most of the time failing miserably.
Practice makes perfect they say. Who the hell is they, and what exactly is perfection? Instead, I say practice makes practically perfect. I mean, if it was good enough for Mary Poppins, it should be good enough for me.
November isn’t really the perfect time to sell a house in Minnesota, especially with how cold it has been this year. I keep reminding myself that my timing isn’t always going to line up with Divine timing. I keep forgetting to listen. It’s a vicious cycle I keep trying not to repeat. Hopefully, this time is the time.
That first week of taking things apart, ripping floors out, scraping & painting ceilings, and painting cabinets was a challenge. It was also the first time Andy had added footage of me to his videos.
