Some days play out exactly as you think they will.  Others … not so much.

Today was a bit of both for us.  We had a plan, we knew the objective … but life wasn’t feeling super cooperative, so things didn’t go exactly as we’d envisioned.

I’m not always very good about being super aware in the moment, but today – for some strange, unknown reason – I took a beat.  I realized that in the end, we would arrive at the same conclusion (back home in Bellefonte, new truck).  And that the way we got there might not have been what we’d anticipated, but wasn’t that the quirky nature of life?

I even had the crazy forethought to understand — as we climbed in the truck to head home —that  I should eat something or risk being a complete bitch for the duration of the drive.

So our day was crazy.   And we ended up not even making dinner (French fries and mozzarella sticks will do that).  And then, instead of a movie or a show, we watched the Harry Potter reunion.

But it wasn’t bad.  It just … was.  I guess I’m learning that it’s easier if I let go of the expectations.  Everything feels less intense, less dramatic and less dire if I just accept it as it comes.

I’m forty-two and that’s a really tough lesson to learn.

Xox, g