A year ago today I was moving from my most beloved Goat Farm.
It was unexpected, unplanned and unwanted.
I loved living on the Farm. I loved loved loved it.
And it ended before I was read to leave.
Worse yet, the job that I had planned to take
(I worked as a tutor)
was no longer waiting for me due to lower than expected enrollment.
I felt Crushed. Destroyed. Hopeless.
My best laid plans all seemed to be slipping away.
I couldn't understand why.
I was so wholly discouraged.
I gratefully had faithful friends that took pity on me.
I ate meals with these people.
Took walks.
Listened.
And leaned on them.
And then I started to believe that it would be okay.
I can remember going to a BBQ and seeing an old friend.
He gave me a hug and asked how I was.
I blurted out that nothing was going as planned.
That I couldn't figure anything out.
That I didn't know what to do next.
He smiled kindly and said
"It's going to be okay. Don't forget to enjoy where you are."
And then kissed the top of my head.
My dearest mentor reminded me constantly
I WOULD BE ALRIGHT.
And I am.
My sister and a very close friend came over today,
My sister and a very close friend came over today,
and I reflected how life seemed to be falling apart a year ago...
but that this last year has been one of the best of my life.
I am more human because of it.
I am better because of it.
And I am thankful.
A special thank you to all my friends who watched me:
moan, groan or complain last year. You are dear to me.
