I never thought I would be… but I’ve become a homebody. Much to my family’s surprise, (I was the woman who never hung curtains or went crazy over my dwelling, never felt particularly attached to anything) I became a mother and settled into home.
Once I finally settled into myself, my space, my home, leaving has become a challenge. I don’t mean that it’s cumbersome to pack up a family of 5 and attempt to get out of the house. I mean that I feel an emotional tug whenever I plan to leave.
I love an adventure. I love new experiences. I like to travel. But nowadays (maybe thanks to COVID? Maybe thanks to the fact that I’m nearing mid-life?) I love being home. I actively miss my home when I’m away. And gearing up to leave home goes beyond the physical task of gathering my junk and stuffing it into one of various quilted travel bags. It means mentally preparing myself for this completely normal, seemingly non-stressful event of flying the coop for a few days.
As always, there is peace to be found. Peace is settling into what seems uncomfortable. Peace is knowing this strange feeling will pass. That my travels and adventures will be so fun I’ll quickly forget the longing for home. And there’s peace in anticipating a return home when we’re good and ready.
This week, I’m finding peace in the strange feeling of being anxious to leave. I’m meditating on the fact that unexpected discomfort sits at the front end of something fabulous: joy awaits. Of this, I am certain. and this brings peace.
What brought you peace this week? Share the peace!
4 the Love of Peace 