Time and Light Switches

I don’t know where April has gone. I’ve lived much life in this month and still it has passed me by in a rapid pace. The editing is coming along nicely, I made it through the edits for two whole chapters back to back, before I was taken out at the knees by a common cold.   Something about being sick in someones else’s house sends me back, makes me feel small and want for home. Well in this case, home is in a number of boxes hurtling down the road on a moving truck. So something about anyone other than my own mother caring for my ill body comes as a near shock to my heart. Like I don’t quite expect anyone to care for me. And isn’t that an awful way to think of those you love.  So I’ve wanted to do much of anything other than sit here and blow my nose, but sometimes I don’t get say in the matter.  But I’m nearly to the fun part. Where things come out of boxes rather than in them, and organization takes paramount. Oh how I can’t wait to organize my belongings and advent...

Back in Nova Scotia there are these little guys we call peeper frogs, they come out around sunset and well they peep. They are a summer and spring staple of the Nova Scotia soundtrack. I had yet to hear much of them this year, they had just begun. I left, what I will now probably refer to as my old house, at around 2am in the morning to catch my first of three flights. And by some happenstance I’ll call the love of God I heard the peeper frogs peep me a farewell.   I left the home I’ve known for the last 15 years and it was no small choice. But it was a choice and I made it stone cold sober and wide awake. I knew what I was getting into when I chose this adventure. But I didn’t expect the frogs of all things to be what made it feel real. Made it feel cemented.  In the months, years, leading up to this grande change and adventure people would ask me why I was moving. There was seldom a time I could give them a straight answer. Even now as I sit on the opposite coast to...

I am just days away from what could quite possibly be the biggest change of my 20s so far. The whole of it put the brakes on my editing process, but seeing that the hard part is about to be over I will be able to continue with my book writing at breakneck pace and I can’t wait.   Your 20s are about finding yourself and taking adventures right? Well I do believe I’ve taken that to heart more than I ever expected to. I think I expected to be a grandma, little old lady like with my knitting at home for years to come, till something came out of the woodwork to force me into an adventure. I didn’t expect to choose it for myself. But here I am, and what a wonderful adventure it will be.   None of this changes the blog or the dream in writing books, if anything it will probably help it along.  So if you’ve been following along with the not so subtle puzzle pieces here’s another, I’ll be somewhere different for next weeks post. Hilariously, I have no idea what I’m gonna writ...

April is here and I am stunned. March passed without my knowing and somehow I’ve come upon the the very thing I’ve been waiting for. It’s exciting and terrifying, relieving and exhausting. It’s all of it at once and it just keeps coming.   I choose this. It was always going to happen. Whether it was five years from now or five years past, it was always going to happen.  A new adventure awaits, it’s all I could have hoped for, all I’ve feared.  I’ve little to say and much to do. Boxes abound on both sides, and truly I can’t wait to be in the second half. The first half is toughest because the goodbye part is harder than the hello. It’s an old ache reopened, maybe it will be a little healed at the end.  Before I know it this moment too will be no more than a fuzzy or perhaps crystal clear memory, left to the ravages of time. Even as I live it I don’t not know if it shall be a yellow moment or blue. Perhaps a bit of both.  Its going to happen. Its a relief...