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One Year Ago Today

Today I looked back on the blog to see what was happening around this time. As luck would have it, I actually posted this exactly one year ago. It's hard to believe that was a year ago.

It has gone by so fast!


I know everyone says that. Especially when you are in the thick of things, and it is overwhelming and you are stressed out, people will tell you, "Soon you'll look back and this will all be a memory." And at the time, you kind of want to punch them in the face and say, "Yeah, well right now this sucks."


That's not just me, is it?

Anyways, people said that to me a lot. And I didn't punch them in the face, I plodded ahead, knowing that someday they would be right.

And now, here I am, a year later. A lot wiser, on the home building front, a little wiser on taking things one day at a time, and none the wiser at keeping up on laundry



One year ago today we finished excavating the basement. I was in the middle of scheduling the house movers and concrete workers and electricians and plumbers and coordinating more people than I ever had before.

And I loved it.

It meant there was progress.


A year later, I am very happy with where I am. I am still struggling with the insecurities of this season of life, but overall I am so pleased with how far things have come.


Things are moving at a much slower pace than a year ago when I was scheduling a million different people, and at times I miss the progress and the action. Now it's a lot of small things that get pushed aside or put off. I liked having deadlines to work towards.


But I also love seeing all the little details coming together when I do finish a project. Like yesterday when I finally got around to hanging the sign above the kitchen entry. I still need to hang the cabinet door in there and theres a box of old paperwork on the floor that needs to be sorted, but the sign is hung, and that makes me happy!


Fall is coming and its not slipping in quietly. It has hit hard here the past couple days, and I am embracing it with open arms. The other evening the house smelled of pot roast in the crock pot and bread toasting in the oven and it was like Lucky was coming alive. We are slipping into our groove, our season is upon us and we are loving it!


Bring on the pumpkin and gourd decorations, slow cooked meals and cool evenings. It has been one year since this journey really got going and so many changes have come our way. Time hasn't stopped and life hasn't paused, so it's up to us to take the time and look back and remember.

Remember how far we've come, how much we have to be thankful for and to look forward with optimism and enthusiasm.

Have a beautiful weekend!




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