the year's turned. i've rested, and spun in circles, sipped, and dreaded. i don't want any fewer answers than i already thought i had, but they seem to be slipping away, melting through the cracks like the ice disappearing between the boards of the porch. it's a waiting place, this month.
m leaves tomorrow to go back to work, and the interlude together has been rich and savory sweet. not productive mind you, the measuring stick by which i've always labeled days as good or bad, but that's slowly starting to shift. good books, pictionary with the boys, or simply getting along for the majority of the day. these are good things, very good things, and the less i plan the more they seem to happen. and the laughter when fynn's drawing "gas mask" for me to guess, and lets go with one of his famous farts? it does a body good.
this year is one that holds new things, including growing plans for change, and i'm finding myself sharing some of m's visions that i've never been able to support fully before. though i find them absurd. this particular one is something i've always found insanely embarrassing, but it's only my pride getting in the way. it IS funny.
i think it's going to be a deep breath year. i'm settled in to life in the woods ... finding friends, outings, longer trips, knowing when i need to just get OUT and breathe the fresh air, and yet i know we'll be moving on before too terribly long. so i take a deep breath, and know that the roots i have here are just as real as any i've left elsewhere, and they'll hurt just as much to pull up. so let 'em grow, and grow deep and fast. i can't live on the surface, and i can't live half-rooted. it doesn't feel right.
i'm a worrier by nature. worry handles things, right? keeps it under wraps, under my control, and in my hands. not. i can plan, hope, work, and all that, but there are no guarantees. back in the bklyn years (as they're rapidly becoming known, not sure how i feel about that but i can't seem to stop it either) we lived in an apartment we never could afford, in a neighborhood we couldn't afford, eating food that we sometimes couldn't really afford either. freelancers, new baby added to the mix, and when you look at it on paper i have no idea how we survived. but we did. and left without debt. God does work miracles in my book, and that's one of them.
i used to get so very stressed though, the tighter the money got, and more and more shut down. in everything. irritable, uncommunicative, unresponsive. wound up in my little cocoon of worry and anger and fear. fear of what could happen, anger at my husband for not worrying as hard as i was (or at all quite frankly), and worry that my pride would take another hit. M would eventually get a bit fed up, and suggest we pray together. which i did NOT want to do, knowing it might crack my shell, but guilting myself into doing it anyhow. so we would, and inevitably he'd start off with what we were thankful for, including never really lacking for anything and always having things work out in the end, without drama or damaged relationships, even with our landlord. and i'd seethe next to him, feeling like he was pointing an unfair finger at my worries, which were what was keeping us afloat, dammit!
sometimes i'd hang onto my worry even tighter after that, and let it become a bigger wedge between us. sometimes, i'd be able to let it go. rest in it, knowing that it always does work out, somehow, and that the worry really is a curse.
that there's always some bit of deliciousness in there somewhere, even in the not knowing. that there's tremendous freedom in letting go.
i don't expect i'll become a non-worrier, or a calm and never flustered mom (hah!). but it seems that with age does come a bit of that weight-of-experience thing, and when i look back and see that we really never have gone hungry, or roofless ... yet ... i've come close enough to trust that even if we do at some point, it will work out.
and if i do start freaking out because we hit a new low somewhere, remind me of this, will you? i'm sure i'll need it.
deep breaths, and not just the sighing kind. warm breaths, because i'm close to someone i love. slow breaths, because i'm savoring. short breaths, because i'm laughing.
these are my hopes for the year.