Moving In!

Tomorrow is moving in day!  It isn't just any moving day.  It is more than a metaphor.

Besides moving some of my physical stuff back home, I am reclaiming myself.  Me.  The me that got left behind when so many other things took over.  Things I allowed to be primary.  Does that happen to you, too?  No doubt.  My story is your story.

The other day a woman made an unkind comment at dinner.  I had invited people out as my guest.  The meal was fine, not my choice of eating establishments.  You know I prefer organic food.  Not pub food.  But that was their choice and I am okay with that.  I wasn't okay with the comment made after we enjoyed our meal.

The bill arrived and I didn't see it. The woman sitting to my left said it all:

"I wondered how long it would  take you to pick up the check," she said.

My guest.  My guest making that kind of comment to me. 

I moved back in at that moment.  There was nothing to add to this thoughtless, ungrateful comment.  Sometimes it goes that way.  It is better to resuscitate yourself.  This was her issue and not mine.  I held my space, albeit a tad wounded.

She says these kinds of comments and I am not too sure why.  But that isn't my path.  Mine is to self-protect, nurture.  Myself. 

Maybe next time a zinger flies, I wouldn't be wounded.  I will deflect the comment instantly.  No words were necessary.  She is wounded enough in her own unawareness.

I will also self-limit. My time won't be spent staying at their home anymore.  Nope, I shall see them in transit.  On my way home to myself. 

Yep, it is moving in day.  Everyday. Now.