Yesterday, a year ago, I wrote a post about life being not what I expected it to be, that it wasn’t how I thought it would look. In it, I wrote:
I have a tendency to set things up in my mind the way they “should” be, and measure my life against that. And it never measures up.
I was lamenting about the last few weekends we had in Seattle, and how I had not done all the PNW things I wanted to do. (I did go to Vashon Island, though, and it was awesome.)
Then, I remember when we moved back here to the Midwest, I had the idea that we would live at Casa In-Laws for a couple of months, but at least have an idea of a house by Thanksgiving. (Then I learned about the seller’s market.)
I’m writing this right now from my first Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class. This is not how I thought life would be by now. I didn’t think I’d be at Casa In-Laws so long, learning BJJ.
So one year later, I wish I could, like Cohiba last year, say that life is still awesome, but I am the mother of an increasingly independent toddler and have anxiety and my stomach cramps every day.
But things aren’t bad, and given what I’m working with, that’s pretty good.