Looking Up

Life is looking up.

No, I am looking up. Life doesn't actually do anything, those of us who are living can decide to look up or look down despite what life offers. So I take full credit for looking up.

We had a fun adventure moving, and though it required a lot of juggling of varying and often competing needs and desires, we managed well.

Sure, we forgot things, and were surprised by things along the way. If there's one thing I've learned recently it's that life is manageable. I haven't come across anything yet that doesn't have a solution. Also, most of the problems that used to bother me ... those related to how I felt about making a mistake or not being in control of something ... just don't bother me anymore.

Patrick has grown too, and so has our relationship. And Wesley? Well, as long as we offered structure and confidence in our abilities to manage the many turns we took and dead ends we found, he was happy. In fact, Wesley handled many disappointments very well. And through it all we all laughed a lot.

No, the move isn't complete. We're in a house, we've got Internet access, but we don't have our furniture. I don't have much of a routine in place either. I do have some better habits, though, and they include daily yoga and a walk. I've realized I don't need a routine to make better habits ... i just make them and the routine will become what I choose to do. Duh! So simple huh? And yet I was making everything difficult by thinking I needed a right time for everything. Well, the right time for yoga is when the baby is happy and Wesley is entertained. The right time for walking is at night after dinner when Patrick is home with the boys. Funny how simple things become when you don't have things ... that's another post.

Anyway, the ceiling is white and the sky is blue. Ask me how I know ...

I'm looking up.