In what seems like a few eye blinks, a life can be upended - for good or bad.
Near the end of March my husband and I groaned with trepidation. We knew it was time to get the house cleaned up and put it back on the market. We had tried to sell it the previous fall and hadn't received a sniff of interest. (Such are the vagaries of real estate in a small Alberta village.) So we were expecting another season of frustration.
That same day, someone down the block messaged me. Was our house still for sale? Because she knew a young couple who might be interested. And just like that, our house sold, and we were thrust into uncertainty. For two months I needed to remain in the Edmonton area, but after that?
We had talked on and off about moving to Ontario, primarily because of access to markets for my writing, but it had never been more than a vague idea. Now we had to decide, stay in the relative safety of familiar environments, or dare to do something different.
So here we are, hanging well outside my comfort zone. New house. New city. New province.
And I hope, new possibilities.
If I can keep that point of view, this upending might be good. Maybe even great.
"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone." - Neale Donald Walsch