We picked up the keys to our new house Wednesday night. It's been a difficult time, lots of moving parts and pieces to juggle. I was so grateful we got this house, and so excited to pick up the keys that I made sure the very first thing I moved into the house was my Gratitude Jar.
My gratitude jar is a ceramic jar I made (well, painted). Every so often that I feel spontaneously grateful for, and I'll dash off a little note about it, and stick it in the jar.
Putting the jar in my house, let me drop a sort of arbitrary line in the sand. Now I really live there.
I just have to move these many many boxes, and our furniture, and our cats, and our home network, and our utilities, and every other little thing I haven't thought of yet.
But it's okay. Because life is filled with these sorts of arbitrary crossroads. Yes, I'm moving, but I'm also, you know, still moving.