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In a Different Place

I feel like I owe you all some kind of written explanation of where I've been and what I've been doing since I disappeared off the face of the Earth in August. Actually, my family moved across the country, from the state of Michigan in which I was born, to Texas, an unknown land that I imagined to be full of desert, dry and hot. Hotter than I cared to suffer through.

 My husband received the promotion he's been waiting for for a long time. This past year, I've watched him switch to sales, something he's never done before in his life, and work his way to really learning the company, going to training, and finally being able to be offered a position as assistant manager of one of the company stores. The only catch is that we needed to move to get this opportunity. Which I was fine with.

 I was tired of Michigan (no offense, boo) and really have had a traveling and adventurous spirit since I was young. When I was in grade school, I would go to the library and pick out a different book on a state I'd never been to, read about it, and plan to someday visit that state. In college, I wanted to go to grad school outside of Michigan and experience another area of the country and learn to survive and thrive there. I saw myself traveling the world collaborating with ensembles, symphonies, and happily making music wherever I went.

 Even though I'm not music-making exclusively right now, I am raising my family and growing a newbie in my tummy. Life takes us to places we never intended to go sometimes, but it's all part of the process and good for growth, maturity, and to learn how to "let go." Let go of our ideologies of perfection, our wishful thinking that makes us think life can only be good if it's going by a certain itinerary we came up with before we really dove into life and realized that life doesn't care about our plans, it's constantly churning out the outputs to our choices. 

 If I hadn't taken a chance with my current husband then love interest, I may have or may not have had a different life with a different man in a different place with a different outcome. I wouldn't be HERE, living this life. And this life is the life I embrace. I love just living. I know that with being the type of person I am and my history and track record with pursuing things I want, I will find a way to pursue happiness in career...soon, just not yet. Taking time for family career has always been hard for me since I feel like I'm fighting against time. I finally told myself that yes, I probably will breathe my last breath before I accomplish EVERYTHING on my to-do list, and I have to be ok with having a substantial amount of items crossed off. The life work I'm doing now is important, and can't be revisited, redone, or bought back. 

 I am happy. I'm in a different place than I imagined myself being at age 27. But I'm proud of my life and those who fulfill it. I'm in a great place. And ready for whatever life opens up to me as I continue to navigate and peruse Her wonderful, mysterious ways. We are blessed.

 Enjoy your lives.
Monica
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