Life is moving

Rather slowly for me lately. Everything feels like I’m in a stop motion picture.

Hurry to make this frame.

Stop.

Take the photo.

On to working on the next frame.

We found out a few months ago that Husband and I are moving to San Juan Capistrano into his families home. And while I tried to fight it I’ve come to know now that this is for the best. Admittedly nothing I should be arguing about in the first place. It’s a beautiful, much larger home and would be nowhere near our budget for a first home if we could even dream it.

Our tiny cottage in the back of the canyon we have shared the last 11 years has fully outgrown us, thanks to myself and all the animals I can’t help but take in. Believe me there would be more if Husband didn’t have the ability to tell me no like he so wonderfully does.

But in this whole of being confused and angry at my lack of choices I lost sight of too many things. The blessings, my with ethic, myself… Able to see myself sitting on the couch watching reality tv becoming more and more angry that I didn’t have choices. When in reality I just haven’t looked hard enough at the places where I can make them.

So I gotta figure it out. I got to. I just got toooooooooo.

Here we go.

EAG