I’m certainly not a person who’s rooted in routines. I’m a military spouse; all of my adult life has been about change. That said, I’ve been feeling particularly adrift this week.
And it’s simply because a few things in my life that I’m used to were absent. My favorite photo paper disappeared when the company went bankrupt and my usual photo challenge wasn’t offered last Friday. The first is a comfort item. I knew the results the paper gave me and loved them. The second was something I hadn’t realized was so much a part of my routine. The challenge is posted on Friday and it usually percolates in the back of my mind for four or five days as I decide how to approach it, providing me with background noise. Without it, my head was way too quiet this week.
In light of what’s going on in many people’s lives these things are oh so insignificant. However, they made me realize that in truth, I’ve been feeling somewhat adrift since I moved to Nebraska eight months ago. I haven’t settled in the way I normally do, a result of so many aspects of my daily life being different. More so than is normal for a move.
So yes, don’t mind me while I drift for a while. I think it’s okay and it’s a rest from the past several years. Drifting can be quite pleasant as long as it doesn’t last for too long or make me complacent.
Now excuse me while I escape to my fantasy boat, in a deep blue lake, surrounded by Chihuly.
We all need a place to figuratively disappear to every now and then.