This morning I sold my couches! If you follow me on Facebook, you'll know that I've been trying to sell a few things to prepare myself to move. And, the second those couches left my house early this morning I danced in my empty living room. I laughed. I cried. And, I realized just how much I was going to miss being 21, living alone, dancing in my no-central-AC-home.
No. It was NEVER in my plans to live on my own in little old Eunice, Louisiana. In fact, my senior year I was dead-set on leaving the town in a cloud of dust. Then, those plans changed. I made new ones and those changed too. Then, guess what... those changed too.
My life has been consistently changing for the past four or five years of my life. Honestly, I got quite used to the fact that whatever plan I was making would get rerouted and rearranged in time. So, within the heartache of a house that felt was broken... I fixed and I found myself. I made that house of heartache a home of happiness.
How'd I do it? I stood over my feet. I accepted where my life was, instead of where I wanted it to be. I learned how to work the gas stoves and heaters. I learned that my no- central-AC- home called for oldschool dehumidifier bags. I learned to keep the cabinets open under sinks if Louisiana decides to freeze over again. I figured out how the pipping of washing machines and dishwashers work. I found ways to grow in my career, my business, and my community where I was.
I learned it all because I decided not to run away from the life I was living. It's about standing over my feet and learning how to create the life I want where I am. Overtime, it was clear to me that no matter what plans were rerouted, I was the one in charge of using my two feet to take me to the next path.
So, here's to sold couches and a hell of a long way to go on packing!
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