After leaving the hospital two months ago, I was blessed to have friends open their home to me.  Staying with them was a wonderful way to literally get back on my feet and develop the strength I needed to move back into the house of stairs.  It also gave me a chance to “adopt” two new almost nephews.  I couldn’t have asked for a better place, better people, and a better floor plan for recovering from infection and surgery.

Last Saturday I moved back to my house.  I’ve been gone for almost ten weeks.  Granted, some of those weeks are a bit fuzzy, but it’s still a long time.  As I was unpacking and getting settled in, I decided to use this new entrance into my life as a way to push the reset button on some of my habits.  I know it’s going to be a stretch in some ways and old habits will die hard, but I’m giving it a shot.

Two days do not a habit make, but I feel like I’m off to a better start than I could’ve anticipated.  I’ve never been a big fan of taking the time to make my bed in the morning–after all, I’m just going to get back into later, right?  But I did it every day for the last two months, so I’m continuing to do it–even though nobody sees it but me.  I took time this weekend to create.  The project took me longer than I expected, but I loved trying a new idea and seeing it come together.  I planned time for friends during the week instead of letting my schedule run me and not leave room for anything else.  I didn’t get out to a coffee house, but I did make my own frou-frou coffee.

As much as there is to do, I’m finding time to make sure I’m taking care of myself and doing things that renew me.  That’s definitely a new start.

photo courtesy of abcdz 2000