Comfort & the waiting

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I haven’t posted anything of late because, well, there really hasn’t been anything to tell. We are in a holding pattern of sorts, waiting. 

Waiting to receive the financials for a B&B that’s for sale in Sisters, OR. 

Waiting to see if Todd gets a job locally in the short term while continuing to look for opportunities in central Oregon, or if he gets a job up there first.

All this waiting means a lot of uncertainty. I’m not a fan of uncertainty. It requires patience, which only makes me want to grasp at or push at things to get them moving. Uncertainty makes me uncomfortable. 

A wise woman I know told me that uncertainty means embracing discomfort. Really, who wants to embrace discomfort?! 

Over the last month, though, my body has been teaching me just that lesson. Four weeks ago, I came down with a case of hives, which I have never had before and can apparently last up to six weeks (who knew?!). Then, about a week before Christmas, I woke up late one night feeling feverish and achy all over. That lasted all the next day but disappeared by the following morning. Finally, on Christmas day, I was plagued with a wicked headache. Not a migraine, but borderline. Talk about being uncomfortable in my own body. 

A couple days before Christmas, in the wee hours of the morning, I woke up just enough to realize that the lyrics to “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” were playing in my head; in particular, the line about “comfort and joy.” 

Got it. Message received, Universe.

So, for 2016, I have chosen “comfort” as my guiding word. (Honestly, I’m afraid not to if I ever want to get over these hives!) This means getting comfortable with waiting, comfortable with discomfort, comfortable in my body, and so much more. Although I have no idea what 2016 will bring—or when—I will work on getting comfortable with the uncertainty and mystery of it all and maybe even learning to enjoy it a little.

Wishing you all a happy new year. May it be filled with comfort and joy!

(P.S. The image above is of the tag from the tea I made just before coming upstairs to finish this post. Talk about synchronicity!)