I was driving home yesterday from the location of a huge national client where I have been surveying and essentially inventorying a multi-million dollar access and security system. I made a couple of stops on the way and now I was turning my SUV towards “home.” I thought “I love my life.” What a weird thing for me to think or feel. In essentially the same moment I realized that it had been a year in the making. That thought of contentment and gratitude for the way my life is unfolding had come through the toughest year I have experienced in decades. It was about 51 weeks ago that I lost my job, finished my book, and moved out of the home I had shared with my wife of nearly 20 years.
I decided to share the transition through this blog, because I know others have had experiences like this and sometimes it is reassuring when someone else puts those experiences into words for you. I knew even at the beginning that my life would change, that it would be tough, and that it would change me in the process. I also knew that although I did not know what it would look like when it was all over, that I would be OK and even better over time. That time has come. Life is not all roses, but its better and I have the autonomy in running my own company that will allow me to support my upcoming book, “Spiritual Practicality” in any way necessary. I have signed a publishing contract with Balboa Press, a division of Hay House Books and I am now working from home on both efforts.
My wife and I have rented a condo, and this is the first time in a year that I have a true home. I don’t know where this will go either, and I won’t live here forever, but I can handle anything and I know I will look back at all of this from a safe and sane quiet place somewhere in my future. I am almost there. This is the most comfort, space, privacy, and even safety, that I have felt in that space of time. I like it.
What a difference a year makes.