“I’m right where I’m supposed to be…”
I can’t tell you how many times this year I’ve said this. Sometimes I believed it, sometimes not so much. But, I’m a firm believer that the Universe doesn’t put us in places we’re not supposed to be…at least not for long. It’s what we learn in those places that make the difference in how we go forward with life.
At this time last year, I had accepted a position in San Francisco and was packing up my stuff to move. The Mr was staying on the Farm that we’ve lived on for over twenty years. The decision to move to San Francisco wasn’t made lightly. It was difficult for both of us. But, it was necessary — for our marriage, and for the never-ending feeling I had that something exciting was waiting for me in the “City.” I was ready to go.
I lived in San Francisco for six months. I shared an apartment with two other people and worked at a great company with great people. I explored the City with my best friend (who lives there), ate great food, and just absorbed the experience of being there. Do you know what I discovered? I make a better tourist than resident. For me, San Francisco is a great place to visit. I just can’t live there. I had a hard time adjusting to the weather (too cold and damp) and the cost of living there (never mind eating, transportation, etc.) is outrageous. But, I was right where I was supposed to be.
During the time I lived in the City, I made trips back to the Farm. After all, I had a marriage to work on. It was rough, but when you’ve been married as long as we have, you have to try. And we did. When I left for San Francisco, I had the attitude of “we’ll see” what happens. I made no promises as to the outcome, I couldn’t. About four months after I moved to the City, we decided we wanted to make it work.
The position I had accepted turned out not to be the greatest thing in the world, and honestly I was relieved. It wasn’t that the position was difficult, it wasn’t. There was just no challenge in it. I worked for and with great folks, but it just wasn’t working out the way I had hoped. And that was ok. The Universe had other plans for me.
Right about the time that I left my position, the Mr had the encounter with the drunk driver. That he (the Mr) walked away from the accident unscathed truly is a miracle. His truck was totaled, but he was ok (minor bruises). I was still living in San Francisco when this happened. About a month later, I moved back to the Farm.
One week after my birthday, the Mr had the accident that would bring our world to a halt. It literally changed everything. The day of the accident (after I finally made it to the hospital), I was on the phone with one of my dearest friends. She and I were talking about how I literally had just moved home and then this happened. I told her “the universe has me right where I’m supposed to be.” What a surprise.
It’s been a rough road getting to December. There have been many milestones since the 20th of August, and I’m grateful the Mr is almost back to his normal. It was a rough road for both of us, in different ways, but we survived…together. I have re-started my business (more about that soon), I’m working with Expedition Self (incredible people and culture) as their Content Manager, and the New Year is looking good.
Of course it is…I’m right where I’m supposed to be.