I wistfully wondered where we will be standing a year from now. Who would have predicted our current state of being?
I have since been scrolling through my blog posts from Septembers in the past. This is the one that spoke to me the loudest.
A little throwback Thursday post from one year ago with no glimmer of what the next year had in store:
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 2019
Look How Far You've Come
While scrolling through the internet this morning, I found a few words that spoke to me:
I thought I would reflect on the year and went to check my blog history. September, 2018? Nothing. Not a post.
I then went to look up my 2018 calendar to fill in the blanks. I couldn't find it. I searched through my income tax papers where I always keep my calendar. Not a thing.
Okay, memory. Kick in. What were you doing a year ago?
I remembered September started by a trip with my brother to see my uncle in Guelph. I remember going to my sister's the weekend after that.
I remember feeling a lightness of heart starting to take hold but without the crutches of my blog or a calendar to look back on my memories faded to black. It was a scary feeling.
I scrambled to scroll back on some old texts to find a frame of reference. I found a text where I was headed out to Lloydminster with my son. After reading a few of the messages before and after this trip I was grounded with the knowledge that I remembered what was written in between the texts.
Once my feet were back on the ground and I was thinking clearly, I found my old calendar. Right where I expected it to be.
I flipped back to September, 2018. One year plus six days ago, I received the Final Clearance Letter for Mom's estate. A sibling trip was planned and we officially wound up everything pertaining to Mom's estate shortly thereafter.
We are planning another sibling trip this upcoming weekend. I will be headed off to see my uncle soon. Other events are mirroring those of one year ago.
Two years ago, the loss of Mom was fresh and I felt broken. A year ago, I was picking up the pieces and healing. This year seems to be a renewed version of the year past.
Life has moved on. There is a lot of the same old, same old. Just the way I like it. It feels like the good old days seasoned with the present.
How far have I come? I have a home renovation to celebrate. I am fortunate enough to still be employed. We are all in good spirits and our family relationships are healthy. I'm standing in a very similar place to where I was a year ago but the landscape has changed a little. I am grateful. So very grateful to be back where I have been but feeling better about it.
How about you? What has the last year brought into your life? I hope there have been rainbows after the rain, strength when you need it, courage to keep putting one foot in front of another and the company of those you enjoy to walk through your days.
Credit to: Goalcast
I thought I would reflect on the year and went to check my blog history. September, 2018? Nothing. Not a post.
I then went to look up my 2018 calendar to fill in the blanks. I couldn't find it. I searched through my income tax papers where I always keep my calendar. Not a thing.
Okay, memory. Kick in. What were you doing a year ago?
I remembered September started by a trip with my brother to see my uncle in Guelph. I remember going to my sister's the weekend after that.
I remember feeling a lightness of heart starting to take hold but without the crutches of my blog or a calendar to look back on my memories faded to black. It was a scary feeling.
I scrambled to scroll back on some old texts to find a frame of reference. I found a text where I was headed out to Lloydminster with my son. After reading a few of the messages before and after this trip I was grounded with the knowledge that I remembered what was written in between the texts.
Once my feet were back on the ground and I was thinking clearly, I found my old calendar. Right where I expected it to be.
I flipped back to September, 2018. One year plus six days ago, I received the Final Clearance Letter for Mom's estate. A sibling trip was planned and we officially wound up everything pertaining to Mom's estate shortly thereafter.
We are planning another sibling trip this upcoming weekend. I will be headed off to see my uncle soon. Other events are mirroring those of one year ago.
Two years ago, the loss of Mom was fresh and I felt broken. A year ago, I was picking up the pieces and healing. This year seems to be a renewed version of the year past.
Life has moved on. There is a lot of the same old, same old. Just the way I like it. It feels like the good old days seasoned with the present.
How far have I come? I have a home renovation to celebrate. I am fortunate enough to still be employed. We are all in good spirits and our family relationships are healthy. I'm standing in a very similar place to where I was a year ago but the landscape has changed a little. I am grateful. So very grateful to be back where I have been but feeling better about it.
How about you? What has the last year brought into your life? I hope there have been rainbows after the rain, strength when you need it, courage to keep putting one foot in front of another and the company of those you enjoy to walk through your days.
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