Doing nothing

I moved.  4 months after deciding I needed a new house, 3 months after I first looked at a tiny cabin with bay views.

I am out... I loved my townhome & the deck, but not the lack of windows, the basement I never used.  That I could remember him in all those spaces and he'd never be there again, that we weren't supposed to be living there anymore.  So I moved.

I got a tiny house in the country and yet only 17 miles west of downtown.  I got a yard I have to mow sometime, a roof I need to clear of branches and replace, the worlds cutest front door and peeling siding & paint on the back.  I have a 200-year-old willow tree, that's already been half cut off.

And I have a mess.  Not the mess of initial moving - there's 2 boxes left in the kitchen and all the books are on shelves.  It's livable, but not perfect.

And it can wait.  Because perfection is overrated and every day off for 2 months now I've been cleaning out a house, packing and unpacking.  And this is my 6-month vacation, when I couldn't go anywhere and I said I need vacation anyways.  So today, I do nothing.

I had coffee on my patio, and read the news in my library.... in a sunny armchair.  I'm listening to birds, the wind in the trees, and water.  I'm debating which of the DVDs I discovered I own I'm going to watch.  

And I'm counting my blessings.  For my tiny house that's still intact, a job that allows me days off, and the beauty of the world.  It's a good life.

Doing nothing.

Strong

Why should I have to be strong?  What is so fundamentally wrong with us that we think people need to bebstrongn rather than people need to be shown compassion?

We always talk about pulling ourselves up by the bootstrap.  What if, instead, we pulled each other up with a helping hand?

Why must it always be "you got this" rather than "we can do this?"