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Maggie has begun a new Thursday challenge she has named Tranquil Thursday. It is taking the place of our Throwback Thursday. I am grateful for the blog challenge we started and hopefully we will return to some sort of challenge in the future.
Maggie’s first topic is: “What is written in your book and what remains unwritten?”
My blog is full of what was written in my book. Today I am choosing to write about what is not yet written. Here is a glimpse of what I hope for my future. So it is written, so it shall be.
I completed all my chemotherapy treatments. Then I happily received the best news of all. I was cancer free. After all the trials and tribulations in my house were remedied, I began the process of prepping for the sale of my home. I packed up the belongings I was sure I wanted to move. I donated things that didn’t measure up to the criteria I had set. Most of the home furnishings were donated. It was time for a new beginning.
My house sold quickly with no contingencies. It didn’t take me too long to find a new place I could afford. It is a smaller one-story house a few miles from the beach. The beach is dog friendly, so it was necessary to have a trainer work with Annie. Previously, she didn’t do well with other dogs. Happily, she loves the ocean almost as much as I do.
The house is decorated with all the things that bring me joy. My art collection fills the walls. My scrapbooks have a place of honor in my library/craft room. My book collection has been reduced, but I won’t lie, it is growing again. Family pictures abound on every shelf of the floor to ceiling bookcase. My sewing machine is set up all the time, ready to help me make a new quilt.
There is no wall to wall carpeting in my house. Area rugs work better in this environment. My new kitchen is the perfect place to invite loved ones to enjoy a meal. New memories are made here as we share dishes from my past. My small living room is perfect for watching TV, listening to music, and playing board games with the grandkids. Visiting Nana at the beach doesn’t require much convincing.
It is quiet here in this retirement community. I have a quick drive to the beach. Multiple times a week, Annie and I walk along the shore early in the morning. My spouse joins us on the weekend and on his breaks from school. I am at peace here. Watching the ebb and flow of the tide allows me to appreciate the life I have been given. As I breathe in the ocean air, my spirit is filled with peace. I am exactly where I am supposed to be.