Parts of Ann Arbor feel like home and some parts don't.

Kind of bittersweet.

When I moved away, the first time, I was single and had the world by the tail. I left a deal on the table to own a grocery store/deli.

When I moved back, I was married with an 8-week old baby--living outside of the "loop".

I didn't realize that I was a different person when I came back.  No longer single, no longer free to be.  

When I moved away, the second time, I had 4 kids . . . the city that I loved as a single woman looked very different during this season of my life.

Home is the place where you belong; single or married, sans kids/or many, fancy job/homemaker.  What matters is how you feel when you are there.

I woke up this morning at 3:26 in a panic.

Did I write yesterday?  Did I vlog?  Did I post photos on Instagram?

Christmas day was a complete blur.  An incredible breakfast of freshly baked pastries, my favorite coffee from Michigan, presents, lots of worrying to make sure everyone was happy, an elaborate snack tray of fruits, cheese, and meats--with interesting mustards.  More presents . . . a fabulous dinner.  Poundcake for dessert.

A fire in the fireplace.

The day could not have been fuller or more perfect.  I fell into bed, dozing off as the kids were telling me what a great day it was.  Picture perfect.

Then 3:26 came.

The cat staring at me like I completely messed up and the dog rolling over groaning "it can't be time to get up."

My hands checked the website and my mind began to run through the day.  I felt pulled in opposite directions. 

Hands/Head 

Sleep/Awake

Remembering/Forgetting

Goals/Failure

You see, I had this idea of writing on this blog every day.  Sharing a bit of wisdom that shows up naturally.

You know what?

It is not wise to set a daily goal, habit, practice without grace built in. 

What is wise is to set an intention.  That looks very much like a goal, habit, practice.  My intention is to share in a natural way the wisdom of living a mindful, loving joy-filled life.  That is not getting up at 3:26 in a panic.

Options

I could have written a post and possibly backdated it.  Not my style.

I could have written a post and said I just went to bed . . . again, squeezing the truth.  Not my style.

Or, I could just sit and attempt to find the lesson.  The wisdom in the moment.  The universal truth.  

The Lesson

I'm still working out the lesson and I just don't have the words to make coherent thoughts into sentences.  The theme is doing what I am called to do, doing it my way and understanding my place up to this point in time. I hope that by thinking it over for another day or two it will make sense enough to share it.  The other option is to call in one of my interpreters--someone who speaks Renee.

Let's keep walking each other home.

Living each moment as if it were the last.  

The food, the table setting, the gifts, the flowers, candles, cookies . . . everything has been carefully chosen and prepared with deep love and intention.

The blessing granted by forgiveness is the reunion with life.

As we close out 2017, what can we leave behind?

Yeah!  Finally on "vacation".  I still cook, clean, drive kids places but I can also sleep in, lunches are a more interesting, breakfast is more fun. Everything is dialed down.

I love when the kids are on break.  It is wonderful to be able to have a conversation at any time in the day--no rushing.  To take my beloved dog for long walks.  To ease into each day.  Reconnect.