As we move around in this world there are moments of clarity that occur.
Moments of reality.
Moments like this:
Yes, I can see myself in her, sans the bustle.
Because in my head I have a vision for this new house, having closed on the sale of the old one last week.
I have a vision of things in their “place,” good smells and pleasing views. I have a vision of tidiness and order and coziness and comfort.
And in the way?
Interviewing to fill a vacancy, one I’ve covered for months now. And, after that, on boarding someone new, training, policy, understanding, compliance and meeting all deadlines in the interim.
Add to that a new organizational structure, new boss(es), new, new, more, more.
Conference calls. Meetings. Travel. Repeat.
And Hubbs gimping around with a sore back.
So I’ve padded up my Labor Day weekend with a couple days off and maybe then I’ll make some headway. Maybe then our living room will transform into the “Home & Garden” vision in my head. Maybe then.
Still, the aroma of a roasted meal lingers in the kitchen this morning. The counters are clear from last night’s efforts. Progress – albeit slow – is there, if I let myself see it.
Youngest boy even declared “Mom, it smells like home in here” and his joyful statement helped me see that maybe we’re already there and not much more is needed anyways.
“Home isn’t a place, its a feeling”
― Cecelia Ahern,
*** Can you relate? What vision in your head doesn’t translate to the reality in front of you?**
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