Postcards from Camp Granola: Metamorphosis

This week at Camp Granola has been about change. Long-awaited, long-desired yet so elusive. But the ground is finally shifting as the locked masses finally give way. It is fitting that our new home base will be on Freedom Lane. It is also fitting that it’s happening in the most fabulous season of the year and just in time to mark the end of my forty-first year.

Now that I’m finally free to move from waiting to doing, I will be in my wheelhouse. That, my friends, means the Get-It-Done Val who makes things happen is back in full force. And it feels soooo good. So good not to be at the mercy of strangers and a sluggish housing market. So good to take control of my decisions and my life.

With this move, we will be downsizing and simplifying, thereby allowing ourselves more time and money to explore the world around us. We’ve already begun the purging process and I’m nearly giddy with the liberation that comes with shedding all of this baggage. I get to move forward knowing exactly how I want to spend my time and with a fierce determination to keep out everything that doesn’t fit into those simplified priorities.

In spite of this welcome change, it is also a time of reflection, if only to be certain I don’t make the same mistakes again. So I leave you with this…

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. – Anatole France

Cheers to transformation my friends!