From the bloggers at The Light Life:
Several mornings ago I opened my eyes to the sun peering through my tiny camper window at me. I saw it, felt it, I breathed it in and felt it’s warmth from the inside of my being to the outside. I felt light and fresh. My eyes still blurry with sleep, I reached for my phone and mindlessly scrolled through my Instagram feed.
I stumbled right past another RV mom that I follow and saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks. It was a picture of their “new to them” house they were in the process of renovating, and her announcing that their year on the road was coming to an end. Her feed was filled up with pictures of large, spacious rooms and the unloading of all the belongings that had been packed away in storage and placing them in their proper spots. In that moment, I could relate to her joy and felt legitimately happy for her new journey.
And then in happened, I felt it happen. Almost like something heavy had taken perch on my chest. In the midst of sharing her joy, it was as if a dark cloud had suddenly blocked the sunshine from my view and something had stolen mine. For the first time since we left our normal life behind a year and a half ago, I felt the first twinges of deep discontent.
The truth about everything in life is, eventually the new wears off and it’s up to us what we choose to see and believe about the lives we live now.
Nevertheless, I needed to let myself feel the way I felt, without shame. I needed to be honest.
And in that moment of celebrating with her, I had been reminded just how much I miss certain things about our old life. And in that, I realized that it’s okay, maybe even healthy to get honest with ourselves, sometimes maybe even admit that we miss or even long for things to be a bit different.
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