About a week ago, I parked in the local high school parking lot and walked out to the football field to pick up my son who was wrapping up an evening of football practice.
As I walked that warm, early-fall evening, I felt a sense of relief. My son's football season was a wonderful experience. I saw and chatted with a couple other "Football Moms" who have been very nice and welcoming and great sources of information on the area.
I thought about my new job and how much I love being back at work and interacting with other adults all day. The job, so far, has been nothing but positive. No "type A" people. The school is located out on a beautiful prairie. And I love being around kids.
I thought about my new house. Sometimes, I have a tiny bit of buyer's remorse. Maybe we should've tried to find a larger house. Maybe we should've found one with a bigger back yard. Maybe we should've gone further into the country. But mostly I'm still in love with this house and all the possibilities it provides me to "make it my own" in the days, weeks, months and years to come.
And that night I recognized a feeling that had been gone for a very, very long time. Contentment. The kids are making friends and doing well in school and activities. My husband is happy in his work - though he travels overseas an awful lot. And I have stopped having to worry about everything and can look forward to life once again.
The walk out to the football field isn't that far, but that evening it was the place where I came to an awesome realization that took me light years from where I had been not all that long ago.
I will be okay.