Sitting here with the screen door closed, the wind is blowing the crisp sea air causing the trees branches to sway, shaking leaves. The quiet of my neighborhood allows me to enjoy the rustling sounds of oaks and the gentle movements of the palm leaves. The temperature has risen to 71 degrees and it is merely 11:10 a.m.
Winter in Central Florida is truly lovely. My dogs could not be happier as they take turns sitting at the open door, sniffing the air that wafts through the screen.
While writing letters to those I visit teach back in Montgomery, Alabama, a text pops up. It is my Realtor and CrossFit Coach, Shane, telling me that things are moving along with the preparatory work to sell my home.
Tears swell in my eyes. Some of it joy, some of it sorrow, and some of it with anxious anticipation. Nevertheless it is all good. It is all part of the process. The memories, the hope for desired outcomes and the struggle to balance expectations is real. It is necessary. It is the catalyst of effective change for a better outcome.
The best is yet to come. Can hardly wait to see what happens next, come what may and love it.