I”m in New Hampshire for a few days by myself. Christian is in Massachusetts with the boys. We have a new old home here in New Hampshire. We found our new old home last fall. It’s an in-town New Englander, as they call it, built in 1860. The last few months, we’ve been having some renovations done and we’re finally ready to move things in. So that’s what I’m doing. And I’m tired.
I have learned so much in this past year during the pandemic. One major thing I’ve learned is how much I enjoy being home, living a quiet and simple daily life. I love the slow days and the comfort of my home. And this winter has taken that slowness and quietness to a whole new level. It’s allowed me to start this blog. I’ve also been able to start a whole new creative project (keeping that to myself for now).
So, coming into a dirty, disheveled new-to-me home and trying to unpack and make it comfortable, it has been a shock to the system. I want to get in the car and drive back to Massachusetts and get back into my routine. I want to not sit here and write this. But I will write this because it helps.
Tomorrow it’ll be sunny and about 50 degrees. I’ll make it a point to get outside and go for a walk.
A friend shared this today:
Loving ourselves through the process of owning our story is the bravest thing we’ll ever do.
-Brene Brown
Pam Moore Gainer 