Jeff, my husband, left early this morning for his first business trip with Dell, his new employer. He used to travel quite a bit several years ago. This is good and bad. Bad part: he isn't here. Good part: he isn't here.
Let me explain. I love him to my tippy toes. He does pitch in when asked to and, frankly, I need help with the kids and I love having a dinner companion other then the little people. However, (you knew this was coming) for a few days, I can look at my junk and twirl it around, gaze adoringly, and envision the junk turned into dollar signs or dust collectors or other fabulous re purposed treasures. Jeff just sees junk. He has voiced his adamant disapproval of the clutter I have created. That makes me nervous. I don't want to stop acquiring my "treasures" and *gasp* get a real job. That is what his displeasure means to me...forced into real labor, again. No, thanks very much.
I love creating. I re purpose tins and albums people were potentially going to throw away. I love my Tuesday night jewelry class. I love taking, picking up, and being involved with my children and at their schools. I enjoy my days unfettered by restrictions, mostly. I am in my element.
Perhaps, I am getting ahead of myself. I think so. Joy, God, and love are in this moment with whatever is put in front of me, today. My mission is to focus on this moment. With reminders, God guidance, and the people I surround myself with, I can be the best me I can - one minute at a time. I have people who inspire me to push forward (Tara Tosta, an ultra runner, www.mommysarunner.blogspot.com and the women of the aforementioned jewelry class, and my closest friends), not matter what the obstacle; usually my own thoughts. Optimism feels better than fear.
So, I will enjoy a couple of days husbandless and, I am sure, Jeff will enjoy some quiet evenings without two screaming banshees. It is a trade-off but most of life is.