I've been conspicuously absent from my blog for the last several months. It hasn't been from lack of thinking, "Oh, I should blog about this." In fact, I have a long list of possible blog topics just waiting for the right day. And that's the crux of the matter. All that free time I had last year to, I don't know---actually blog, disappeared in a flash and I'm busier than ever. I'm the very definition of my old "new" normal--150 mph. Can the necessary introspection for a blog find time in the hectic pace of life?
As the calendar creeps towards full, I find myself with a rare free Sunday afternoon to once again contemplate the question of my normal. My subject matter today is near and dear to my heart---our little slice of heaven on Silver Creek in Kansas. It feels so normal to be here on a brilliant October day just putzing around the property.
|Our slice of heaven.|
We are "home" for the weekend to do some repairs at the house, see Ciara, go to the Big Red One day at the K-State game, visit friends, see clients and take care of business. It's a busy trip for sure. I'm lucky to find a few quiet minutes this afternoon to hear the birds calling and the leaves rustling in the never still Kansas air.
The grass is green and, if I squint, I can pretend it's my patio set on the deck and my flowers blooming in the garden. I know it's really in someone else's care right now, but there is no doubt--she's home.
I never wanted to live in Kansas. I never wanted a house built in 1921. I never wanted to own 4 acres that need mowing and maintenance. I never wanted to live on a gravel road and have a septic tank. I never thought being here could be normal. But it is.
|Fox crossing near our home|
What I've learned after considering normal for a year is that normal is about balance. If you look at all the pros and cons of any given situation--you can usually find balance. A loved one dies, but a baby is born into the family. You say good-bye to friends who PCS to another state, but new friends move in down the street. Your children go away to college, but they still come to visit and they still bring their hungry friends. It's never as bad as it first seems. You grow accustomed to the new normal and soon it is just normal.
I'm sad to leave KS tomorrow. I'll miss the simple way of life every single day. But I'm also settling into a new rhythm in Virginia that promises to be normal faster than I can say...