Sometimes things turn out entirely different than we imagine. Even though I had all my belongings in storage, and hadn’t completely thought out where I would stay while in the United States for a few months, I had never dreamed of living in a Tiny House on my property. Instead I had the summer all mapped out. We were going to live in the van for the summer and travel around the United States finding cool places to camp and visit people. We would come back to Olympia, visit family and then move on to the next adventure. That all changed when I found out Ellie Louise was making an entrance into the world.
As I talked about last week, things do not actually turn out the way we plan and if we are patient enough and go with the flow with very little kicking and screaming, things will always turn out better than we can imagine Don’t forget the unexpected happens as well. I had been reminded it is important to stay open. Even though I was very aware of my childish behavior about things not going my way, I had became even more aware of what truly mattered one evening last week. I was sitting on my parent’s deck enjoying the warm breeze when all of a sudden I noticed my throat was very scratchy and my ears itched. This has happened before when I have eaten something that didn’t agree with me but it would usually stop itching and being scratchy within minutes. This time my throat was swelling slow enough not to cause me too much alarm until it was time to go to bed that evening. When I laid down I found it difficult to breathe and realized my throat was swelled quite a bit on one side of my mouth. I was having a hard time talking. After looking for an antihystime and not finding any, I decided it would be a good idea to either go to the hospital or get some Benadryl to stop the swelling. It was obvious I was having an allergic reaction. I am a rebel when it comes to hospitals and getting treatment. Besides I don’t have medical insurance at the moment so the last thing I wanted was to incur needless medical expenses. The Benadryl started to work and the swelling stopped. I decided I was okay and could go home instead of the hospital. It made me think a little deeper about death. I asked myself just how ready I was to die? I felt okay in a peaceful way. I wasn’t living in a world of regret or couldn’t think of anyone I was mad at or needed to apologize to for something. I had been making decisions that felt good to me even though many times it took taking a risk and walking into the unknown. I was sure the Universe was supporting me in the highest good. I had been living my life to the fullest and had no regrets. It reminded me that fussing and pouting like I had in the past few weeks on occasion was a waste of time and energy.
There were a lot bigger things to think about then little things that really didn’t account for much in the bigger picture and I was just wasting my time stressing over circumstances that had proved to be otherwise.
As a couple days passed, I felt a peace within me. I no longer pouted about the change of plan. I was focused on the present moment and accepted we were again back at my parents. I joked with them by telling them for my 50th birthday I was moving back in. Because Red needed to make a Tiny House Model for a script he is writing, we started looking around the property and found the perfect place down near the pond where the spring brings the biggest symphony of frogs I have ever heard. I started getting excited by the prospect of sitting in my little house listening to the frog orchestra. I visioned Ellie Louise walking down the little faerie trail to my little Tiny House. We were supposed to stay on the family land and build a Tiny House. Within two days of the idea the plan was in progress. The land had been cleared for our Tiny House to be built.
Even though everything was not the way I had originally planned, I realized everything was right on track. We didn’t end up traveling around in our van. Instead we parked the van underneath the trees, put up our hammock and called it home for now. I joke with my parents by telling them I am moving back home. I am going to be 50 years old next month so it makes sense that would be my next course of action. I am super happy my parents have a good sense of humor. They do keep threatening to lock the door or change the locks if we stay too long. There have been a couple times they have even threatened to sell the bed out of the spare bed just so it ensures we don’t move into the house.
Remember to be Grateful. Live everyday like it may be your last. Tell everyone with kindness and respect. Tell your loved ones that you love them. Forgive those who have done you wrong.
Blessings and Love to You
Lacey