oh hello transition. i forgot how hard you are.

The evening before moving day, John and I had a little picnic at the new house. It was empty, with just the two of us, a few candles, the Joy rock, and a bottle of wine. We talked about all the things we wanted to invite into the new space, all the memories we wanted to make. This is a house we can grow old in, a house that True can always return home to.

The next day, the movers arrived at the bungalow. And it hit me. Major tears. We. Are. Moving.I’ve moved a ton of times (a lot as a child and as an adult), but I suppose never from a house where so much growth occurred. As we rebuilt the walls of this house, we were rebuilding our lives. Becoming parents, navigating the ups and downs of those first couple of years of new motherhood/fatherhood, growing a business, and stepping into some pivotal years that became the grounds for seasoning our souls. Big stuff. And this house held us beautifully.

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.

And so.

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.