Monday, May 21, 2012
I've lost count of my blessings, that is. I know the adage, "Count Your Blessings", but I stopped doing that. It's not a contest or a competition between which is more voluminous, one's blessings or curses or neutral events.
The truth is: no matter how bad something seems to be or seems to have been, there is ALways a blessing afterward. We are made stronger, or happier, or are impelled to seek the forward path. Even those who do nothing are often showered with one thing after another because the message is: do not stand still, do not close your eyes or your heart.
Well, I am moving finally. No more nasty neighbor across the street who allows his burn pile to smolder for days knowing and not caring that the smoke engulfs my present home and prevents me or my dogs from going outside for more than a few seconds at a time. No more listening to motorbikes zipping up and down my street. No more people walking along or biking along who yell at my dogs to "get out of here!" when MY dogs are HOME and THEY are NOT.
I'm moving to a house that sits on a meadow, and that meadow is open and undeveloped all the way to the lake. I'll still hear traffic but it will be more like the train that goes through here now, more soothing than irritating.
My job is safe again. With the new manager, I am staying full time, and my responsibilities are being restored. It takes time, and there are bumps along the way, but I am standing my ground because I have support when I am right. I'm sleeping better at night, and there is less stress in my life overall. I see my move as a Good Thing in many ways: I can jog along the causeway in the mornings because I will be only a few minutes from work; I can ride my bicycle to work on nice days; my dogs have over 50 acres of wetland meadow to romp and play and run; friends live close by; the house I'm moving to is larger and affords me a lot of creative freedom in furnishings and decor; there are already two established apple trees on the property and I can move my Pink Lady apple tree to her new permanent home with them... so many more blessings... I really can't count them all.
In the end, why should I bother trying to count them? I know I have been blessed. I sometimes had to crawl to get through that tunnel and there were moments I wasn't sure I'd make it to the other side, but I DID make it to the other side. There will be other tunnels and I will struggle to get through them as well. I will get through them.