Under Construction
In one way, that's what I feel my life is at the moment...
Under Construction.
Maybe it's more like Rennovation and not so much Construction. Afterall, I feel fairly well constructed at this point in my life.

Since June I've:
bought and moved into the new house and started a new job (in Brasil)
enjoyed a 5 weeks vacation with family stateside
went to JellyStone Park for the first time and felt like a kid
gained--American junkfood(and lost--moving and settling in the new house) at least 10 lbs (5kg)
became a mother of a teenager

As I worked to unpack boxes and organize new cabinets, I craved the sense of order and routine. One month into the house and I am beginning to feel the routine take shape--and at times finding myself seeking chaos. At times, perhaps, creating a little chaos just for the feeling of it. I wonder why that is.

I have a world of opportunities ahead, sometimes more than I can wrap my mind around, and it leaves me in a stalemate unsure where to begin.

This all may be because until recently I was too comfortable in what I considered to be my daily routine, too accepting. Accustomed to the get up, go to work, go to bed, get up, go to work, go to bed. I realize that this moment, right now as I write, is quite possibly the first time in nearly a month that I have had the chance to just be. And it feels good. It feels welcome. It leaves my head empty and my heart curious.
And it makes me smile to think of what path I will blaze next...