I’m at Panera right now, choking down a cinnamon crunch bagel with Hazelnut coffee. Oh, how I have come to love this time when Michael is getting up with the help of his aide, and I am free to do this. I can’t believe I resisted it for so long.
I missed Five Minute Friday last week. The prompt last week was “quiet” and I was, well, quiet!
This week it’s: STAY.
I counted down the days to the Election like I counted down the days to my wedding.
I could tell you when there were 52, 47, 30, 14 and 3.
I was so eager to get my life back.
But at the same time, I was also grateful for the incredible opportunity of traveling our great nation, seeing Presidential candidates up close and personal, and working with a great team of people to inform our viewers about these candidates, their policies, and what was going on in the political world.
By the end – I was done. Exhausted. Tired of even my favorite people. I focused on that countdown to “after the election,” what was next – whatever that was.
I had big plans for this time. Reconnect with friends, magic erase my walls, go to the gym, doctor, dentist, get the oil changed in our vehicles, go back to church, spend more time here on the blog, writing, and connecting with all of you. The truth is, for the last week since the election, I’ve felt numb. Blank.
Maybe I am just so tired that it’s going to take time for that after-the-election productive juice to kick in.
But, I’ve been getting up early, going to work, taking care of the house and my husband, and in a lot of ways it doesn’t feel like anything has slowed down.
It has stayed the same.
A major part of my anticipation was looking forward to how my life would change after the election. In big ways. I can’t share details with you yet. I’m not pregnant, don’t go starting to wonder that.
But I do know that I am blessed and highly favored.
I don’t know what’s next.
For now, I will stay right here, and embrace the now and all that it has to offer. I have to be really intentional about that, or I will live in the middle of dreams and plans for the future, and I’ll miss the now.
I’m thankful I’m married to Mr. Smell-the-Roses. I zoom by roses so fast, I don’t even see them. I think I’ll stay.