We are moving apartments. And it’s not just that. Everything feels a bit up in the air right now and it’s freaking me out. But I have a strong feeling in my gut telling me to sit tight, to not make any big decisions. This is a storm I have to wait out. And this is difficult for someone like me. I am a doer. I work through things. I don’t wait around. But there is possible a lesson here about grace. So I’m bowing my head down and get on with things, trusting.
This morning I sat down with my coffee to journal as I always do to start my day. Then I realised I had left my notebook at the new apartment. I was frustrated for one second and then decided to stop, as it would not help. Instead, I grabbed scrap paper and started jotting down whatever came up. When I collected the pieces, an emotional journey emerged.