pauses&clicks

Big victories are few in life.  Small victories are the stuff life is made of.

Who hasn’t occasionally felt victorious after simply rolling out of bed to face a new morning when the previous day has been full of conflict and stress?  Sometimes the first foot on the floor is victory enough.

We bought our current house in 2004 and due to military assignments this is the third time we’ve moved into it.  The first time we lived here I stripped wallpaper and painted the entire inside of the home.  My husband announced orders as I was putting the finishing touches on the last room, just a year after  moving in.   I never had time to consider what needed to be done outside.  The second time around I worked full-time and yard work was still being done by our teenage sons.

This time around those sons are grown and my husband is retired.  Life has a different pace and this piece of yard in front of the house, which used to be a tangled mess of grasses, random bushes and a persistent thorny plant we called “mile a minute” weed was high on my list of being cleared.

This week I finally conquered this patch of land.

I also conquered my first batch of salted caramels.

Some victories are sweeter than others.  And  some victories don’t cause blisters.