And just like that, the holidays are done, the new year is well underway, and my month-long Denver hiatus is nearing an end. It doesn't seem possible for it all to have flown by so quickly. Wasn't I just looking forward to returning home, to spending time with my husband? Didn't I just make the grueling trip from California to Colorado, battling the less-than-ideal road conditions over Vail pass? No matter. It's time to do it all over again.
I'm not sure what I was thinking when I signed another contract. At the time, it seemed like a good idea; a do-able way to make some extra money. And didn't the last thirteen weeks fly by? But, now that it's time to go, I don't want to. I want to be home, to dig my heels in, to feel like I have some roots. I thought a month would be enough. I thought it would give me time to settle in, to enjoy my home, my husband, and the city I love. But these four, short weeks were anything but enough. Instead, I've felt like my life is in overdrive, and I'm constantly rushing to cram in every last detail. It's been a nonstop month of exhausting, and I'm worn out. So much for my holiday R&R.
I try to shrug off the frustration. It won't always be like this. I'm not going to live in limbo forever. (I know I've said that before.) Someday, life will be much more settled. (I hope.) But, for now, I have to take the chaos with the calm, the bad with the good. I'm just thankful that, even though the chaos is plentiful, the good is equally abundant.
As I pack my bags this weekend, preparing for another stint away, I need to focus on the positive, to remind myself this is simply another chapter in the adventure of my life. It may not be the easiest road to take, but it's bound to be worth the trouble. Only time will tell what this next fork in the road will bring, but that is the beauty of life.
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