My Practically Perfect Life

I am in a new place in life. I’ve been in adjacent places to this one before, but all in all it’s new. Emotionally and physically it’s new. But it is where I am supposed to be. I believed that before, but yesterday something happened and now I have zero doubt in my mind that I am exactly where I am intended to be right now.

About 10 months ago I moved into my great grandmother’s house. The plan was for me to remodel it and make it an Airbnb and then move on to the next place. Wherever that might be. But circumstances have led me to decide to stay here a little while. So, this is home for myself and Big. To start the next chapter in our lives.

As I previously said, my great grandmother lived in this house. At least she did while I knew her. Before that though, 6 plus decades ago, my great grandmother, my grandmother and my father lived here. My dad grew up in this house and was raised by his single mother and his grandmother. I have always admired my grandmother and her mother for raising my dad. My reason for giving this bit of information is because now I am here, a single mother, raising my son in the house my dad grew up in. I hear a country song somewhere in this story!

So, what happened yesterday to prompt me to write a blog post about it? I’ll tell you. In the garage there is a little room that is basically a tool shed, but not a shed. It was used for tools and to store things in and I have used it the same. I just have like 27 times more tools than my great grandmother! Anyway, yesterday I was in this room looking for something. I totally just spent way too long trying to remember what it was, and it doesn’t matter, but dang it I wish I could remember. Back to my story, I was standing in the middle of this room that is maybe 8’x8′ and I was looking up. Maybe because I lost my pet bat?! I dunno. I looked up and even though I have been in that room countless times in my 41 years on earth and I have noticed everything about it, yesterday I just froze. Standing there looking up at the ceiling. Now I don’t believe in ghosts. Spirits maybe, DeJa’Vu yeah, signs from God yes. Well, I stood there with what I fully believe was my grandmother and great grandmother’s spirit or whatever it may have been hugging me. Like I could physically feel their presence. Or I was able to make myself feel them. I stood and cried as I looked at the wallpaper.

The ceiling of this room is covered in wallpaper. like 6 different ones. Which I have always loved. Because I feel like my great grandmother just had pieces left over, or free samples or who knows what and decided to paste them on the ceiling. Which is 100% something I would do! And as I stared at said wallpaper and had that thought, I realized that I was standing in the same place that the amazing women that raised my dad stood. Looking up at the same ceiling, and smiling at the same random wallpaper. All the while my son was inside, sitting probably exactly where my dad sat so many times in his lifetime. The reason it hit me so hard and made me so emotional was because even though I have no doubt in my mind that I will make it through these new trials and tribulations, but I will do it and I will thrive. Because it’s in my blood. It’s in my heart. Those women who were such big parts of my life are there to hold my hand through anything. I felt their happiness and encouragement. I could feel them letting me know they were proud of me. And since they are not on this earth any longer, I needed that. From them. I needed to know that I am doing something right. Not just for myself but for my son. Because he is my focus and my priority. And I don’t want to let him down.

So, I cried and laughed and hugged myself because I had been reassured by the women who paved the brick path for me. Like literally, she put a brick path down in the front yard and I will be leaving it! I guess in summary, I had a little breakthrough. And I had no idea how much I needed it! Today I woke up happy and ready to take on the day. Eager to laugh with my son and make new memories. We have been putting things up around the house to make it feel more like our home instead of just the house we are living in. And I can do all of that knowing that I am skipping down the path I have been led to.

“You know you’re on the right path when you feel good about moving forward and could not care less about looking back” -Kristen Butler

“It’s not enough to be in the right place at the right time, you have to be the right person in the right place at the right time” -T. Harv Eker