Moving.
Surgery.
Recovery.
Unpacking.
Just a few stress factors.
But surprisingly, I don't feel stressed.
I was so afraid of leaving Jared behind when I moved. Of not feeling him in the new house. But that worry is gone. Our first night in this house, I felt him. I dreamt of him. Saw him smiling. He is not tied to any dwelling. He is wherever I am. And he is happy for me.
The house will get unpacked, eventually. Jon and my mom made sure my clothes are accessible, Steven's room is functional, and the kitchen is done. The rest can wait until my recovery is further along.
I wish I could fill each room of the house with Christmas decorations. But I have accepted that I can't. And I'm not going to stress about it. This year, the basic decorations will suffice. Next year, the house will be a winter wonderland.
I was so stressed before surgery. Before moving. But now that my surgery is over and I'm in the new house, my stress level has diminished. My priorities are in the right place. And I feel peaceful. Content. Ready to build my future.
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