A Dairing Life

Life Just Got in the Way (why I really ghosted ya’ll for 9 months)

October 15, 2019 0 Comments

Sigh…I really hate it when I have to write stuff like this. Yup, my last blog post was in January of this year. While I’ve kept up a little more on Instagram and Facebook, it’s been radio silence over here. For anyone who subscribes to my blog, I’m truly sorry for being absent.

The one thing I’m no longer saying…

After a pretty crazy year (so far!) there’s a particular phrase I’m attempting to eliminate from my vocabulary. That phrase is “I wanted/intended to do xyz, but life just got in the way!”. No sister, life is the ONLY thing we have. The good, the bad the “interruptions” to your plans and all the little things in between. That’s life. And that’s all that matters.

An overhead shot of a redheaded woman laying on a white bed. Her hair is splayed around her on the bed.

Oh 2019, you started like a beast

To be honest, 2019 has been one of the craziest years in recent memory. It began with my grandmother falling extremely ill. Like, I said goodbye every time I left her side because I was scared each time would be the last.

Watching my family come together was a beautiful, indescribable thing. The love my grandfather has for my grandmother is the truest thing I’ve ever seen. The whole experience was scary, devastating, but full of unwavering love and faith.

A white painted brick wall with a black banner painted on it. It reads "love me tender, love me dear"

Slowly (and I mean slooowwwly) she was on the mend, and we got somewhat closer to our regular schedule again. In the middle of her recovery, we caught the moving bug. She was actually in a rehab facility in the town we had thought we might be interested in moving to. We started exploring the area more and more and actually found a neighborhood we really wanted to move to. With so much going on, we thought we’d put house hunting plans on the back burner (even though God had another plan).

Soon after that, my other grandmother fell and broke her hip. I’m an empath with high functioning anxiety, so seeing those I love in pain really takes its toll both mentally, emotionally and physically.

It’s time to move on

Then we realized we really didn’t like our neighborhood anymore, and that we needed to move forward with finding a new home. Through a long (but quick!) series of events, we had plopped down all our savings to build a new home in that very neighborhood we liked so much – in the timeframe of about a week (I guess we’re finally realizing just how short life is).

Knowing that we needed to replenish our savings sooner rather than later, we decided it was time to put our house on the market. So, after a summer of doing updates around the house, we listed our house – the day after we returned from vacation.

A two story house with stone and Craftsman detailing. There are black rocking chairs on the front porch and a flowering plants hanging on the porch.

I’m not freaking out, you’re freaking out!

Our house? It was on the market for 11 days before we had 3 offers. Oh, and the winning bidders wanted to close in a couple of weeks. Basically the day after we would return from a cross country trip. Did I mention we’ve been living on the crazy wild side? Well, we have.

So we packed our house like crazy, then packed for a trip to the west coast. We enjoyed our time in San Francisco, ate tons of food, visited museums, and hiked across the Golden Gate bridge, all while completely ignoring that we were moving the day after we got back (yikes!).

A couple taking a selfie on the Golden Gate bridge.

We somehow managed the move, all while handling closing paperwork and red tape. I’d never been so exhausted. To the family members that helped us move (to both a storage unit and our temporary home) you da real MVPs!

Since we didn’t expect our house to sell so quickly, we needed somewhere else to stay while our new home is being built. So I’m writing this in my mom’s living room, where we’re temporarily staying (her house, not her living room!). Luckily their converted attic gives us plenty of space and privacy.

Deep breaths

We were worried at first that we might be bored in our temporary town because it’s soo much smaller than where we moved from (like, the population is 4,000 vs 860,000 in Charlotte). But, it’s so nice to slow down and take a breath. It’s been an unexpectedly nice change of pace. We’re getting settled into our new norm, and it feels good to take a deep breath for once.

Phew! That’s the gist of what’s been going on with me, and why it’s been so quiet around here. And why I now hate the phrase “Life just got in the way.”

I guess this kind of ties into my last post about being in a season of waiting. Just because what’s happening in your life isn’t what you planned, doesn’t mean it wasn’t intended. It’s not “in the way”. It’s the way you’re supposed to be going. No matter what you planned for. Life is funny like that, isn’t it?

A black letter board with white letters reading difficult roads lead to beautiful destinations"

Luckily, I’ve (slowly) been plugging away at some blogs that I’ll be posting soon. It just seemed weird to be gone for the better part of a year, then post about beauty products and DIYs, with no explanation, ya know?

Since it’s October, and I haven’t had time to post any new *spooky* content, make sure you check out some of my previous Halloween themed posts:

Now it’s your turn – have you had a “life just got in the way” moment? Do you agree with me about kicking that phrase to the curb?

Stay Dairing.

Colorful watercolor imagine with a large green circle on top. The circle reads "Life just got in the way". Why I quit using that phrase (and you should too!).

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