It’s been a whirlwind of bittersweet beginnings and endings over the past few months… Life feels as though it has taken a toll on me that I can just feel deep down to my core. I feel a little tired and depleted but at the same time, I feel a sense of excitement and freedom in knowing that life is going to be completely different in only one weeks time.
This time next week, I will be halfway through our trek from Denver to the Chicago area. As much as I will miss our life here, I have to say that my heart is excited at the change and the sadness is eased a little bit just by knowing that it won’t have to be even close to what it was….. Even though I miss it all with every fiber of my being….Now, I realize that makes total nonsense to you (whoever you are) being that this is my first post….. So, I’ll elaborate.
Just two months ago, we lost our Papa… My husbands’s father….. The best grandfather to my kids that I could have ever asked for and the closest thing to a true, caring father that I’ve had in a loooong time.
Why is it though, that it takes death for us to really see all of the lessons or gifts that were given with the mere presence of someone in our lives?
Colorado has always been home and I think in my heart, always will be… I was so stoked at the thought of moving to the Denver area just nearly five years ago from southern Colorado… Now that is going to be multiplied by 10x as I navigate the wonders of the Chicago area and take a shot at a career I’ve always dreamed of and can now actually pursue. I feel lucky, blessed, happy and so sad, all at once… =(
Navigating a new city, I can do…. But navigating this grief that sometimes sneaks up in waves and leaves me feeling weaker or less at peace with things than I thought I was, is proving to be more of a challenge than I had anticipated…
So, I am taking my favorite mentor’s advice and am beginning a blog. I am going to try and pick up where I left off with 303 Magazine as an Art & Culture writer, only this time around I get to take detours and post about other things or random thoughts in between the art scene I love so much. A good thing right? Should prove to be therapeutic…. Wish me luck.
And so it begins…..