Transitioning

It has taken me almost four solid weeks to get my head straight. Fear has been my constant enemy and I nearly drowned in a cacophony of thoughts.

Do I have to let go? What am I letting go of? Is accepting dangerous? Why let go of something I put so much work into? What if…[enter countless negative outcomes]?

I have landed in a hybrid rhythm of farm life and just exactly what I would be doing if I were at the beach. I’ve reminded myself that the princess cottage is still there waiting for me.

I’ve also reminded myself about how lonely and unsettled I have been there. Living there had started to feel more and more like living the facade of a dream.

….and transitioning into the next dream had been on my mind for awhile.

This morning I made coffee and took the dogs for a walk around the property. It was lovely to watch Squid (and Butt) be happy and romp in the grass. Far far better than exiting out into the train parking lot to a beach that we cannot sit on at the moment. 🙂

I gathered some eggs, cooked some breakfast, did the dishes, made the kids (4 legged) their breakfast, and wrote this post. All before 8AM.

It’s been a good morning. I feel good. Now onto work.