It's been one of those weeks - full and life-y, you know? So many extreme highs and extreme lows and just wanting to exit the room for a moment to hide in the bathroom and have a good cry. Happy and frustrated and exhausted tears.
But I wouldn't trade hard work and difficult, five hour conversations with friends for anything. This is the stuff of life. I love that in the midst of the craziest week, when I tell myself I don't have time to talk to God, He still sprinkles the sweetest, most unexpected gifts: a conversation with a stranger that made me feel like I'd made a new friend, a session that affirmed who I am and who I want to be as an artist, our home buying process going surprisingly well. Other, smaller things - finding bills in our car that we knew were not there before, a belly laugh with a friend, peppermint tea when I need to just sit and stare for a minute.
I have a feeling these next few weeks will go in much the same way; stresses and frustration and unexpected joys. And I'm so grateful for it, for a season that draws me close to God and His promises. That's what life's all about.
I've been slacking with my 365 project, like the crumbs on my carpet I'm unmotivated to vacuum up simply because we're moving in a week or two and who even cares. I'm taking a vacation from caring. It's hard, after having lived here for so long (three years feels like an eternity in our short four and a half years of marriage). I'm done taking pictures here; the artist in me is already living in a townhouse very much needing a paint job in Broad Oaks Place, Raleigh. I'm ready to meet her there.
Until then, I'll be here, not vacuuming, dreaming of a fresh start in the city.