The past year has been a big transition. Learning so many new things about myself, about how to practically live life here and about our little family and how to best serve them- and about a million little things in-between. I have noticed that there are a lot of things I do OK…or at least reasonably well, but transitions aren’t one of them. Stepping into & living in the unknown is scary for me. It brings out all the ugly stuff that most of the time I can either pretend isn’t there or at least have the common decency to cover up…all of it. Out. For everyone to see. It’s lovely. My husband is super lucky.
But for all the difficulty, I would say this- transitions force growth. I have grown in a ton of different ways that I never would have expected before moving to Michigan. I have grown as a wife, a mom, a leader and an employee. Growing isn’t relaxing though. This is what happens when one lives outside of their comfort zone, I think. It forces me to look at and think about and work through things I would most of the time rather not and be happily distracted with other things. Pretty things. Fun things.
Derek has an expression that is often said around our house these days…”you don’t grow on the beaches of Malibu.” I am not sure where he heard this- whether it was a wise friend or one of the many podcasts he listens to or a class he has taken…But I get it…In the same way great sailors aren’t made in calm seas, right? So, yes, I get it. But here is the thing. I would LOVE to LIVE in Malibu (literally and figuratively), pretty much every part of me would. Should I check on flights? I smile more when I am in SoCal. I enjoy sunshine & being warm and being tan. AND there is a reason the real estate is what it is…It is desirable, there is no denying that. There is something about relaxing and rest that is good for us & needed.
So here’s what I have come to terms with and understand for myself, and this season and Malibu. I want Malibu. I want a rest and comfort, although I know that I am not entitled or even called to that by God, necessarily. But after hard seasons, some time on the beach, with toes in the sand and faces in the sun sound pretty great. I am trying to bring pieces of that into our daily lives here…fun, excitement, joy and lots of laughter whenever possible. Let me tell you, this is no easy task for me in the 68th week of winter, but I try. And I know there will be a Malibu season coming, sometime.