It's been nearly two months since I wrote that I wanted my eyeballs back ... time to sit with moments and not be distracted by other moments.
In that time, we've moved into our tiny house. We bought the tiny fridge (and we never have had a problem fitting everything we need into it, not even after our biggest grocery shoppings). I have reconsidered the size of my wardrobe and am currently experimenting with a single, small drawer's worth of clothes (it's working so far!).
We've walked and ridden our bikes all over town. I visited with an East Coast friend last week! I've rearrange my work space no fewer than three times. I've picked up new design projects and even started a conversation with a local craft consignment shop about hosting my cards (I AM EXCITED).
We've gotten serious about budgeting. We staycationed for a week (which, I realized the night before that week began ... meant we were still vacationing in Portland, Ore. Which is, like, our no. 1 favorite vacation spot).
I've walked and walked this neighborhood of ours. Old trucks. Dinosaurs. Look at those bears.
We've hiked and hiked. (Rainbow filter provided by nature.)
I'm still working on getting my eyeballs back. Right about now in life—nearly two months after we moved into our house—I'm feeling like I can see the horizon, instead of seeing weeds. I cleared the weeds. That was a lot of work. Now I'm standing looking over that horizon thinking about how I might travel it.
Hey, I even wrote a letter. When I signed it, I threw my arms in the air. A completely involuntary celebration. The horizon is wide, and it's all right there!