Sunday morning musings
We all know 2015 was not my year. But I wonder if I’ll look back upon it as an easy year.
I do have to say that I don’t have to move. Now that the violence upstairs is gone, I could live with the late night shenanigans of the new guy. That’s because the rest of the day is pretty calm.
I’m not a fan of the people who congregate under my window late at night with their unleashed mutts that don’t get along. But at least I’m not on the first floor. That poor (nice) guy has more right to be upset than I do.
But I still think staying is worse than leaving. Big fan of a clean slate. The only way you can hit the reset button on command is by moving. I mean, why stay where it’s tolerable when there’s the chance of enjoyment elsewhere?
It’s not just the new scenery that gives me hope. It’s the realization I have two months left to enjoy what is. And I am.
I love the convenience of my location to stores and Starbucks. I appreciate it now. Finally. Which was the reason I wanted to be here in the first place.
I think that’s the lesson I need to learn right now. Appreciating what you have. And who you have, too. Which I’m not so good at but I resolve to try harder there, too.
I’m grateful for the chance to keep trying to get it right.