With great respect and understanding, I watch my clients go through their journey buying or selling a home. It doesn’t comprise of that single moment but of the years leading up to that choice. For privacy sake I don’t share these details; only on occasion a generic action that would benefit the public.
I love writing and used to do it daily (to myself). At a young age (13-18) it was in journal form mingled with a bit of really awful poetry, attempts at drawing and then finally occasional metaphoric stories to articulate the life lessons I experienced.
It’s making me feel anxious to think of sharing my journey with you. What will you think? How will I feel sharing parts of my life with you? My being private has a lot to do with my instinct to protect myself, to avoid being judged. I’ll explain as I go along.
Let me start with why I’m writing.
I have exciting news! I bought a cottage.
Isn’t that an innocent and simple statement? It sure is.
This cottage brings me pure joy. It is represented in everything I’ve ever written, drawn or dreamt of. It is a reflection of me. It is a small space that I cannot become lost in, it’s well constructed, previously loved and nestled among the trees yet with a view to remind me of our vast world.
This is a special place that I have come to in my life where I’m finally my own person. I’m not an extension of someone else in their shadow. The relationships in my life are healthy and allow me space to breathe.
None of this has been easy.
Just like your journey; there’s always a story and a lot of unpleasant places to visit before the light shines.