This morning I mentally woke up at around 6:00 a.m. Didn't open my eyes but my mind was racing; November, Colorado, the election, the road trip, MY BIRTHDAY, Thanksgiving, family... YAY!!!!!!!! I really couldn't help myself but I got up before the alarm, also waking my husband up, and started getting ready. While I'm looking for what to wear and I'm walking out of our bedroom when I hear my husband call me, I turn around and he's half way up, eye's half way open with one whole palm and hand open and the other hand holding up one finger. I stood there and looked at him a little confused until I realized what he was telling me!!! "SIX DAYS TO COLORADO!!!"
After seeing he was on the same page as I was I turned to my morning ritual of checking my phone, something I know I need to get a handle on because I check it before I pray. And the first thing I saw was that one of my cousins that just started at ULCA is going to Alaska today! I was so excited, irritated and a bit confused for multiple reasons. Excited because I support people who want to go other places to experience new things and not stay trapped in what they have known their whole life. Irritated because his mom, my aunt, was trying to tell my husband and I a couple of weeks ago that we weren't going to like Colorado and it might not be the best move for us. After she told me that she was happy and excited for us; and now I find out that her son is going to Alaska?! For how long I don't know but nonetheless, where is our REAL support?! Confused because I don't understand why my family wants to make this harder than it already is for me.
I've gone through my sorrow and tears over the reality that I'm not going to get to see my family as much as I'm used to. But I've also grown and been spiritually warmed by the realization that we're seeking a better life for our own family. I could go for hours in circles over this but the bottom line is that this move we're going to make has to happen to show my family that they can't control everything and have anxiety over all the "maybe's" in life because you end up not living... So EXCUSE me for wanting to LIVE! LOVE! and BE HAPPY!
I know I can't please everyone. All I can do is listen and pray to the Lord for Him to show us His path and listen when He calls us to do something. Plus, I'm not about to let anything ruin this amazing month! Just recently I became aware of the fact that I LOVE the month I was born! I was born in fall which probably explains why I love the cool, crisp, orangey feel of November. For years I've disliked my birthstone, Topaz. However, I've noticed that I'm drawn to that color and even incorporated it into our company. But the best thing about being born on November 12th is that I was born before Thanksgiving, so I know my family was celebrating and thanking God that Thanksgiving of 1985 and I'm happy that my presence was part of the source of that happiness. What a blessing? For the last 27 years I've been a blessing to others but I know that I can do TONS more to be even more of a blessing to everyone around me!