I am so happy to announce that I am officially an auntie! All of these wonderful years of playing the distant but loving role of pseudo-Aunt Andrea to my favourite peoples’ sons and daughters. Just looking at the picture my sister sent me, her little man not more than 36 hours old, brought me tears. Of gratitude, of hope. Hope that I get to share the love and guidance with this little prince that I want to. Personally, I am not set on whether I want to or should have children of my own. Not a question to answer while on a quest for selfish glory. But being an aunt – how freaking cool is that! I wonder if I will be the cool, independent aunt who exposes one to adventure, the wise and witty aunt who supports and guides or the aunt who is far away but close in spirit as there are so many commonalities between you? I have been fortunate to have all of these. Guaranteed I will not be a boring aunt.
Such good news came during a week of being on an emotional roller coaster: down with facing the cost of selling my condo, up with moving into my own space for a coupel of months, down with not being able to shower any place other than a community centre for the week, up with the return of the appraisal on my condo, down with the $2000 of auto repairs that slapped me while getting a mandatory provincial inspection, the accelerated rush with the arrival of my nephew, the dizzying effect of coaching too many extra hours in a the span of 8 days, the build up of excitement after having multiple promising auditions and the sudden hault at the end of the week when you run out of energy and the only thing your body is capable of doing is watching re-runs of Friends on Netflix and enjoying one (maybe three) glasses of wine.
I got to enjoy kick boxing classes, my first Jiu-Jitsu lesson, a hilarious session at the parkour gym with some ridiculously fun people and a motivating catch up session with a new but old friend. Just a few other notables among the smattering of highs and lows that is life. I’m lying in bed typing this because I can’t sleep until I get it all out and onto digital, proverbial paper. Tomorrow morning (which will already have happened by the time I post this thing) I’m going to wake up early, pack up my stuff that has sustained me these passed 6 months and make the next move. I am already missing the wonderful couple that have shared their home with me since last summer. They let me move in without event meeting me first, they made me feel like a part of their family and they supported my journey in such a profound way that I don’t want to leave. It didn’t hurt that they had an adorable dog. The wife and I watched Eat Pray Love tonight, my last night, and perhaps that is causing me to be so “namaste-like”.
Theme of the week: gratitude. Things will work themselves out if you do the work to stay on the roller coaster of life. Enjoy the little highs smattered within the crappy lows. Straight, flat rides are boring and far from memorable.