Sometimes my hand is mere inches away from the bar. Sometimes I'm behind, one stumble away from watching the train speed off without me. Sometimes I get my hand on the bar, but I can never quite get my foot on the step, never quite pull myself up.
Just keep running.
Is it just me, or has this year been going by at lightning speed? I can't believe it's already almost April.
While the frenzied pace is a little out of my comfort zone (one of my favorite animals is the turtle..hello?), I also see that there are many possibilities on the horizon, and that the running won't last forever.
House hunting is exhausting, and exciting, and scary, and amazing. Thinking about things like settling down, growing roots, redecorating a kitchen...it's all very grown-up, all very symbolic of our need to be "on the right track". But what if it's wrong? what if I pick a beautiful house but then I hate the neighborhood? What if I compromise on the house to be in a good school district and end up with a money pit? What if I regret being far away from family and friends? What if my son is devastated and miserable being taken out of the school he loves?
and What if it's great.
Like most SAHMs, any parent really, I watch a lot of kid's movies. Tangled was on heavy rotation for awhile, and there is one part at the end where the heroine is about to realize her dream. The conversation goes like this:
Rapunzel: I've been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what it might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it's not everything I dreamed it would be?
Flynn Rider: It will be.
Rapunzel: And what if it is? What do I do then?
Flynn Rider: Well, That's the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream
Just keep running.
Thanks Flynn
Thanks Flynn