Once upon a time, I wanted to live in a yellow house with a potter’s wheel in the small artist’s studio out back, a sparkling blue swimming pool, art in the yard, chimes hanging from the trees and a menagerie of critters.
I dreamed. I still dream.
Yesterday we took a long drive and I saw the sculpture in my featured photo. I snapped this photo. I was so happy.
Today, I’m still happy and also, I’m not. You probably saw it coming.
You are wise.
I, on the other hand, keep thinking that maybe… one day…
Except, now I’m a senior citizen in (warm for only 3 months) Canada. How long would I enjoy a pool, anyway? I don’t have a yard, exactly. The house? It’s an apartment. And the potter’s wheel? Who’m I kidding?
These are the things I tell myself to make it okay.
There’s a part of me that saw this yard sculpture and appreciated it simply for its beauty.
I remembered the movies Practical Magic and Twister … and the goddess aunties who were the amalgamation of the woman I wanted to become in the house I wanted to live in.
The thing is…
Realistically, I can’t have everything I want (at least, not at the moment) but I *can* become the fabulous auntie of the movies.
Recalibrate. Tomorrow is another day.
So yeah, it’s been that kind of weekend.