Down shifting and changing gears.

Sunday mornings are just magical in my eyes. It is truly no different than any other morning as they all seem to start the same way, yet it is Sunday that gets my vote. All is quiet inside and out. No one up rushing around. The birds seem a little louder as they chirp their morning news to their other feathered friends. I think it may be the still in the air, and on occasion, in my mind as I watch the sky change colors. It is the one time in the week that I do not have to force my brain to switch into low gear and fight to keep if from spinning out of control.

We arrived in the great "country" of Texas on this date in 2011. Two full years so far. Many times the thoughts of moving on to find Mayberry has crossed my mind. I have thought of returning to California, not out of missing the state yet out of missing that which is familiar. Those thoughts seem to dissipate as the days pass. After two years, I guess its time to start unpacking everything. In my thoughts, if I never full unpacked everything, it wasn't permanent. I had the chance still to make a change. To move on to something bigger and better, striving for more. Actually, it was to not commit completely and keep the window of opportunity for flight or fight to remain open and available for the flight component. There is ONE picture hanging on the wall in our bedroom. The walls remain stark and barren as it was on move in day. A part of me also fears that if I truly make it the way I want it, I will lose it all yet again.

Ok brain, more coffee and time to down shift, you are picking up spinning speed. Just saying.

With age comes wisdom. Damn, I hated hearing that comment through out my life. I was a pretty smart cookie and I had wisdom. No...no I didn't. Not up until a few years ago and even then it was sketchy at best. But, I continue to learn.

I am hopeful before the end of summer I will finally be rid of the storage unit filled with things we obviously haven't needed for two years. I will unpack that last box and actually hang something on our bedroom walls. If as the last nail is placed in the wall I realize its time to move on...then its time. But living today in a certain way because you can't control tomorrow, is not living. Perhaps it was my mind telling me that it could not be a "home" as we sold our home to search for Mayberry.

The patio is completed for the most part. I still am looking for that special something to hang on the wall out there. After completion we sat back and asked why I waited so long to fix it up the way I wanted. (well the way I can with the room and $$$ that I have). The waiting is over. Time to commit and find the nails. I cannot look at it as settling for where we are, but as living in the joy we have currently.  Mayberry is where you make it. It is not a town on a map but a feeling of contentment in you heart. Time to go harvest some goodies from the patio garden for Sunday dinner. Yep, right now this is Mayberry.