You'll probably laugh at my definition of a bad day. Looking back now, it really wasn't all that terrible. I just didn't have much patience on the best day of the week and I don't like to write with a negative attitude.
Friday's are always a little jam packed for me. It's the one day I take my husband to work and run all kinds of errands that have built up over the week. Lugging a grumpy Campbell to 5 different stores is never helpful for a dreary day either.
Anyways....I was kind of down and missing home. I think I had a touch of Facebook envy. As much as I love being able to keep up with everyone at home, it also reminds me of all the things we're missing by being 1400 miles away. They don't have apple pickin' and hay rides out here in the desert.
All the things I've come to love about the fall are pretty much nil out here. Heck, it's still warm enough to wear shorts in the afternoon. It's just not home.
Well I brightened up later and realized how lucky we are that Blake has such a great paying job and we're living in a beautiful house at the moment. No, it's not home. And a lot of times I'm brokenhearted that we had to go to such drastic measures.
But at the end of the day, you have to do what's best for your family. It is so hard to be away from everyone and everything we love...but sometimes you have to take a leap of faith and trust that God has a plan for you.
Yes, there are moments when I think it would be best for my sanity if we turned tail and went straight back home. Then I'm reminded that not all decisions in life are easy and that many times going out of your comfort zone makes you realize potentials in yourself you had no idea were there.
So the next time you're scared to do something; take that leap...you never know where it might take you!
And if you end up in New Mexico, let me know, I could use the companionship:)