“…and ever since we got here, things have just fallen into place for us, one thing after the next…”
A collective, “Ohhhh…wowwww…” erupted from the gaggle of parents gathered behind our son’s preschool. We were all there for New Student Day and I had just finished telling the story of “How We Ended Up in New Mexico.” One mama looked at me pointedly and said, “See? You finally got on the right path. That’s all it took.”
A year ago, I wrote THIS POST, announcing that some changes were going to happen for my family and me. A random meeting with a stranger during a camping trip, some unpleasant career circumstances, and a simple suggestion of a friend put us on a completely new path. It feels like a lifetime ago.
Three weeks after that post, our house looked like this:
On a cold, rainy evening in October, our belongings were packed into a moving truck and we left the next morning at dawn. Four days later, we crossed into New Mexico and our new life had begun. It all seems rather insane. I know our family and friends didn’t understand why we would leave a comfortable home four miles from the beach, a steady career, and the proximity of family, to cross the country, seemingly for no explicable reason, and move to a state most people think of as another country, without jobs nor a place to live–with a 2-year-old. In their position, I would have looked at me with the side-eye of ten-thousand skeptics.
When I look back on photos and videos of the time before our move, the unhappiness is palpable. I remember feeling as if life were a conveyor belt on which I rode, unable to change the speed, drifting past places and time. I didn’t know where the conveyor belt ended, but I thought that if I just kept riding, I’d find out.
I remember feeling as if life were a conveyor belt on which I rode, unable to change the speed, drifting past places and time. I didn’t know where the conveyor belt ended, but I thought that if I just kept riding, I’d find out.
It was sort of like being on one of those flat, moving sidewalks in airports. Those inventions are ironically-named, aren’t they? Instead of MOVING, as the name implies, one simply stands, and rests, and allows the belt beneath her feet to do all of the work. Before that fateful decision to move (which, I should mention, was decided by three declarative statements: “F*ck it. Let’s do it. Let’s move.”), we thought we were on a reasonable track in life. We were college-educated, we had stable jobs, we were raising a family like those before us. But we were simply blindly riding a conveyor belt, with no notice of how it was controlled, nor how quickly it was moving, nor what was passing by. We just stood on the belt, staring at one another, waiting for the ride to end.
A year ago, my family stepped off the conveyor belt.
Once we stepped off, we could stop and observe. We felt the weight of our bags. We could laugh. We could walk for ourselves.
Since then, a series of kismet-esque events have brought us to the present. In order to prove the good fortune of it all, I started to list the ways life has worked in our favor in the past year, but the details aren’t important (are they ever?). My list is simply Our Story. It is one of many journeys. Our story isn’t any more compelling nor inspirational nor unique than any other life journey except for one difference: we recognized that the path we were on, no matter how much sense it SHOULD have made, was not one we were controlling. We took back our power.
Join the conversation: Have you ever felt like life was not working in your favor? How did you make change?
NM sign photo credit: CGP Grey via photopin cc