It wasn’t a thing. Or a purchase. Or an event. Or a great meal. Or a new baked good.
It was a feeling. No wait, stay with me, keep reading, I’m not a huge hippy, I promise. A self-realization if you will.
(sister posted this last week, and it has been just about my favourite thing in the whole world. I put it on instagram. I put it on my fridge. I want to see this everyday)
Right, so, it’s been a hectic few weeks. I don’t really know how it’s almost mid-May. Somehow, amid chaos, on the days I’m actually at my house, I’ve been able to settle into a routine. For the first time in a long time I’ve tried to set goals (no, no, not make them…I just thought about them. Which for me, is a huge first step). I’ve thought about the future without necessarily dwelling on the past.
Sometimes being a grown up (who still totally does not do her own taxes and leaves investing to the pros…one step at a time) isn’t so bad.
So, on this day (ahem….my 1/2 birthday), everything is pretty awesome.