I’ve always been a worrier. I question everything, second guess decisions and fret about what the future holds, much more than I’d like to. Sometimes I wonder if we’re heading in the right direction and if we’re making progress, I question past choices and wonder how things might have been if we’d chosen something different. I worry, worry worry…
But then, I find myself painting the last coat of white on a rattly old window and I am reminded that this creaky house is ours. We own a house, and though it is old and shabby, it is full of love and music, the smell of pancakes and the sound of teaspoons tapping china as cups of tea are stirred.
I say good morning to the chickens and give them their breakfast, then I find two perfect, fresh eggs, and I am reminded that we are on the way to producing much of our own fresh produce. The glimpse of a green bud on the plum tree is a testament to the fact that one day soon our garden will be bursting with fruit and flowers.
I watch Reuben play with the dogs on the grass and I am reminded of how lucky I am to have found such a kind and happy soul to share my life with. Someone who is so perfectly similar to me and yet so totally, completely opposite to me, that we fit together like puzzle pieces. Somehow, miraculously, we found each other.
In these moments I know, with full certainly, that every choice we’ve made has been the right one (even the wrong ones) because they have led us here. We are exactly where we need to be right now. Our life isn’t perfect, but it is cemented in all of our dreams, all that we want for our family’s future, and all that we believe to be good and true. As times goes by my vision of a simple, mindful, beautiful life, grows clearer and my resolve to achieve it grows stronger.
Each day we take a few small steps forward. We are on the right path.