(Warning: This is a lot of reading. I mainly did it for me, so don't feel bad if you don't read it all. It's probably pretty boring lol)
I've noticed lately that I have such a horrible problem... patience(or the lack of). That's like unheard of for me. I get so anxious for absolutely everything. I get so upset that I don't have my own full-time handmade business, or that I don't have a house to call my own, or I'm not as far in life as I thought I'd be at 21, or when people drive too slow in front of me, or when flights get delayed... I just want to cry or lash out at someone. Things like this have been happening to me a LOT! And it made me realize just how impatient I am.
Busy bodies really get under my skin and then I realize, I am one. Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's bad to get stuff done when it needs to, or to be places on time, but really, it never hurt anyone to just enjoy where they are at in life. I want to tell myself: Brenna, Pause what you're doing that's sooo important and enjoy your LIFE.
Living at my parent house this past year has definitely been a lesson. 6 adults and 1 baby has not been easy and I can get so impatient that I don't have my own house and that I have to worry about cleaning up after myself and sometimes other people. But after getting upset about everything like such limited space, or worrying if I'm bothering someone else around with what I'm doing, or if I'm doing my fare share of dishes. I stop and think, this past year has been one of the best years ever. I will have so much stories to tell my kids and I have so much good memories. I love being at my parents house (not that I want to live here forever lol) I get to see my sister everyday and I get to play with my nephew everyday, my brother and his family comes to visit nearly everyday, I get to talk to my parents everyday and even my husband lives here with me! I've learned a lot this year... even though there has been a limited amount of sleep some nights and some tense conversations about the dishes, or why I always hog the washer and dryer.
I guess it takes leaving to find out how good you really had it. I am really thankful that my parents let us stay here for so long without complaining about how horrible of room mates we are and I'm thankful that they are keeping Hobbes without complaining and letting us use their house as a storage unit for the next few months.
I know it's just so much fun living with a musician who decides he wants to wright a song at 1 am and living with a crafter who leaves 20 million projects going on all over the basement... That would make me overjoyed to come home to.
But in all seriousness, I am SO BLESSED! I need to teach myself to stop and smell the roses. Enjoy the situation I am in. Even if it's not what I was planning on.
Make the best of it.