Somewhere near punxsutawney

Something prompted this memory of visiting my great aunt in Pennsylvania when I was a kid. It was a very different lifestyle than living in the suburbs. I remember hearing a rooster crowing at the crack of dawn waking the whole farm up. I don’t remember a lot of other details (which is surprising to me), only from pictures. Rolling hills, cows, chickens, horses, maybe goats and pigs. I’m sure there were things that kept my aunt on the farm, and that they must have been content and grateful for everything they had. I’m sure they worked hard every day for survival. 

Where this parallels, is that it may look different on the outside, but on the inside it’s the same, lot of inner work. Living life, learning, working, growing and sometimes failing all make up bits and pieces of my life and really probably anyone else. So far, as I get a little closer to completion of this trip around the sun, I would say I’m pretty grateful and content the way things turned out. Especially in 2020. It had ups and downs but that’s part of life, part of the journey. 

When I look back at even a blog from 6 months ago, I didn’t even know what the feeling of contentment was. I can see today though, that all it really took was a journey within, not a trip somewhere else.