Where did I leave off? Bristol, I think. Yes, when last we met, I was all about Bristol. That’s been more than a month ago now. I’m ashamed of myself. Bad writer, very bad writer.
And no wonder I’ve been so moody these last few weeks – too many words and ideas floating around in my head with no place to go. Bad writer. Very bad writer. Very, very bad. I’d give myself a time out, but that would be counterproductive.
Not that it’s an excuse, but this last month has been busy and stressful and full of surprises (good and not so good). We’ve had quite an adventure, trying to buy our dream home and sell our current home at the same time. So far, the process has been nerve-wracking but successful, and with whatever luck we have left after a full month of small miracles, hopefully everything will work out and we’ll move into our own little Virginia farmhouse by mid-December. If that happens, we’ll be among the less than 100 official residents of the historic village of Aldie, VA, and we’ll be the newest stewards of an 1820s charmer sitting on a Civil War battlefield that I suspect has lots of stories to tell us. I can’t wait to sit and listen.
My point is, I’ve not been writing, but I’ve not been unproductive. Life gets in the way sometimes. This process, though, has been illuminating for me. A little introspection goes a long way, and in this long and trying slog of offering on one home and preparing our current home for market, I’ve been thinking. I’ve been thinking a lot, actually. My mind hasn’t really stopped. And most of what I’ve been thinking is this:
I am so lucky.
I have the privilege to choose between my current beautiful home and another beautiful home.
I have the privilege to focus pretty much all of my energy on buying and selling, since I don’t have a job with set hours and demands.
I have the privilege to sleep in and take some time to rest when everything becomes a little too overwhelming.
I have the privilege to catch up on all of the things I’ve fallen behind on since this whole crazy whirlwind roller coaster ride started.
I am so lucky.
I can’t believe how much I’ve let everything get to me. I feel like I’ve looked Fortuna in the eye and spit in her face. Do you think she’d prefer chocolates, flowers, or wine by way of apology? Or, perhaps, she’d just like it if I get back to celebrating my life instead of focusing on the many reasons I need more coffee/wine.
I am so lucky. And I won’t forget again.
*I realize I didn’t include a picture in today’s post. So, for the purpose of completeness, here’s one of our Annie-dog relaxing, since she’s the only one doing much of that these days.