Our family moved in January. Since the day we left the community we called home for 25 years, I’ve struggled to regain my equilibrium. I’ve finally pinpointed the malady causing this lack of balance and affectionately named it …
Too Much New.
Some of the new is time-consuming:
New address notifications,
new routes to new stores and services,
new routines to create and perfect.
Some of the new is expensive:
New curtains and shades,
new gadgets,
new paint and trim.
Some of the new is delightful:
New scenery,
new walking trails,
new trees and flowers in a new yard.
The constant navigating of too much new–both what’s delightful and what’s not–leaves me exhausted at the end of each day.
I haven’t felt this off-kilter in a long time. Not since when we were 25, and our our first child was born. In a heartbeat, we were parents of a child with a medical diagnosis we hadn’t known existed. We were knocked completely off balance as we arrived in the land of…
Too Much New.
