Winds of Change

Sometimes, often times, we do not understand why things happen the way they do. After a brilliant, beautiful sunny Saturday with skies an optimistic blue, Sunday was cold and blustering, almost angry. As I did my weekend errands, wind whipped around, above and almost through me, a product of a winter that does not want to leave. Chilled and irritated, I felt the change. While not gone yet, winter is making an exit, just as I am making an exit on this part of my life. While uncertainty may loom for a moment or two, I am ultimately so sure, maybe more certain that any other move in my life, that this is the right thing for me. Previous moves to Cape Cod and San Francisco offered a freedom and an adventure. I knew they would not last a lifetime. Moving to NY was beautiful in that it was for love, but sad since this area was never meant for me. Thus, returning to my CT fills me with a happiness that almost seems strange to me. How can I be so happy at this time in my life? Sure, there is an underlying feeling of anxiety, but overall, this is right. This is my time for me, my time to re-explore who I am and what I am about and to learn from me. The opportunities that are before me are tremendous and I love them all. While one love was taken from me, in its place is a stronger self love.