My daughter Sasha strapped on the pedometer the other day while she and I were schlepping some of my knick knacks from my old apartment to my new one. You guessed it, total distance: 107 steps! And even though it is a relatively short distance to travel, it has taken me a helluva long time to get here.
I’m moving, next door plus one and I’m feeling really excited about it. I have never lived on my own before; I’ll be 50 in November. This is a huge step for me, well supported by the four most important people in my life, and it is hard for me to believe that I have finally arrived here. I’m the bride and the groom standing at the threshold of the next phase of my life. And I’m carrying myself through.
Next weekend, when I am well and truly moved in, I’m celebrating, making a roast chicken dinner with all of my kids favorite trimmings. We’ll eat together, in my new place, basking in the success of a move well made and luxuriating in the love that we have for one another. It’s the shimmering new blending with the best of the old.
This is my life, and I’m so grateful to be living it; enveloped in love, cocooned in my treetop place, transforming and being transformed. Finally beginning to trust the process!
Here’s to the 108th!