After living in a small town for a year, I’d planned to write a post about it. I intended it to be a follow up of sorts about the adjustments and our overall satisfaction with our new location.
But today, life happened. Again.
I tried to write, with lackluster results. It’s like I was writing about the beauty of a sunset while holed up in a cave. The words were there, but the heart wasn’t.
While I do love our new locale, and I don’t miss the craziness of the big city, today, I just couldn’t bring myself to write as if life is all roses.
Today, my husband is out of a job.
I know things will be okay, but in the shock of the news, I’m trying to keep the worries at bay. I’m looking for the bright side. Uncertainty rocks my boat, perhaps more than I should let it.
I see this as life’s way of teaching me that life isn’t about what I do when everything is going my way. It’s about how I navigate when it feels like I’m inside a shaken snow globe.
Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic.
Tonight, that’s what it feels like. Tomorrow, I expect my emotions will settle.
Life may not be roses right now, but sometimes the best blooms stem from a fresh layer of manure 🙂