The real truth is that it’s been a little rough around here. I have a tendency to totally under estimate the force of transition, change, and new starts. And I suppose that is what is happening here. Straight up change and transition. My heart and my soul is longing for a big expansive exhale. And I definitely didn’t anticipate how hard it would be to leave our little bungalow. We have poured so much of ourselves into this house in just four years, but I always knew it would likely not be our home forever. As sweet and lovely as it is, we were out growing the space, craving a bit more room to breathe, to work, to grow into.
We found a beautiful new home. And we bought it.
And then the packing. And the tenderly and consciously preparing True for the move. And then the excitement, the dreaming, the anticipation.
I just didn’t realize, nor was I prepared for the flood of emotion. Working really hard at creating the space around the release, and some gentle self care.
To top things off, or perhaps stop us in our tracks (hello, surrender), John got super sick the day of moving and I injured my neck. Neither of us have been able to do much unpacking at all, which means that our new home is still in the awkward phase of feeling utterly unfamiliar and strange. Panic begins to set in, and I’m mustering up all my mantras around courage, transition, self compassion.
It’s been a rough week.
My word this year is Trust. I keep reminding myself of it. Trusting that True’s transition will be just fine. That ours will be too. That this house will become a home that we’ll adore. That our old home was a beautiful foundation for launching. That it served its purpose. That this house has one too. That transition is transition. And that is okay. That we can take our time. That everything has divinity, including time, change, and struggle.
I was chatting with Dani about all of this and she sent over the following:
I said it over and over, and around the 10th time, my whole body got chills, which happens to me when Spirit is near.
I’m gonna keep trusting, keeping my heart open. So grateful for the full journey and breath of life. All of it. Even the hard bits.
Hi, I'm Kelly Rae Roberts!
Before I picked up my first paintbrush at the age of 30, I was a medical social worker. I followed my whispers and started playing with paint and everything changed.
Now I’m a full-time artist, author and Possibilitarian, who helps women explore and nourish their creative souls.
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