After over a month away from the blogosphere, I suppose it’s about that time.
No, I haven’t fallen off the everyday holiday bandwagon. Yes, I’ve been quote-on-quote “busy” with work, school, social events, travel, and the like. (Sidenote: I hate using busyness as an excuse to flake out on commitments. In many ways, I feel busyness is a choice. Admittedly, I love to have a full menu of potential endeavors and activities. However, I recommend not ordering an appetizer, main course, dessert, and bread basket on this proverbial menu of fillers.)
Moving along, well, there has been a lot of literal “moving along” in life, as of late. I am currently writing from my childhood home, which has just been sold. Now filled with boxes and scattered furniture, 304 2nd Ave. SW was the place I learned to drive a car, the home I celebrated Christmas in, and the yard I mowed. With a new job opportunity on the horizon, my dear parents are moving to Mesa, Arizona in April. With the constant ebb and flow of change this past year, I’ve experienced bouts of various emotions.
The human existence is marked by beginning and endings, highs and lows, joys and sorrows. Holidays and celebrations, while generally enjoyable, can also be painful and difficult. Although I hesitate to compare the loss of a home to the loss of a loved one, both are marked by love and loss.
I will continue to celebrate. Continue to remember, and continue to find joy.
Reminding myself that life doesn’t have to be packaged in a neat tidy bow,
(P.S.–By the time I official post this, it will be a 36-day hiatus.)
(P.P.S.–Today is Spring Day! Followed by Fragrance Day tomorrow…it’s all roses!