A Part of The Process

Often times I've stared at the "bigger picture" so long that I foolishly missed the intricate details that are all "a part of the process", but not on today. So I finally moved in with mom and have not been back home since I left for college in 1998. I said in a previous post that initially I had a little anxiety about this but now I've embraced it entirely and am just thankful to have a mom to come home to. As I unpack and condense my life as much as possible, I start to think that in so many ways this is out of my "comfort zone" but the start of my necessary isolation period. Yes, it's self induced but non the less it's still a detachment. All of what I've known for my entire independent life is now paused, reserved, conformed, and realigned to follow suit with this step of my journey. It's not unrealistic for a Peace Corps assignment to change or a date to be altered so that is going to dictate how long I'll be here with my mother. To pass my time I'm hoping to do the following: read most of the books I've collected from thrift stores and Barnes & Noble over the past 2 years in order to make me a more educated business woman; I'd like to add my financial(s) for my company to the business plan I'm almost done writing; I'd like to make some minor adjustments to my website; and lastly, I want to ensure that mom has no worries with my financial obligations while I'm away so I'm tying up loose ends. Two months will fly by so I'd better get started..... #necessaryadjustment