Saturday train of thought.

It's been a minute. Not that my mind hasn't been ticking, half way starting blog posts and them letting them draft, and formulating other posts on my commutes to work in the morning. But I haven't been able to grasp anything solid. 

But today, my mind is calm. 

It's Saturday afternoon, about 1 or so. I've settled into my corner of the couch under a blanket with my second coffee of the day. Jacob is watching his binge show on Netflix, and Dyllon has finally lay down to rest from 3rd shift last night. The room is lit up from the afternoon sun reflecting off the pale blue walls, and there are 3 yoga mats on the floor for our workouts later. 

My muscles are resting because we just finished a run at the gym, and I just took a hot shower to relieve them. So maybe my mind is relaxed enough to write. But not to relaxed because I fell asleep yesterday relaxing before writing. 

But anyways.

I guess I haven't been writing because I've been "simmering" in life. Just sort of going through the motions. But one thing I've talked about are all the crazy signs that are showing themseleves about this life changing situation we're in. While waiting for the holes in Dyllon's ears to grow together, which is the bodily equivalent of watching grass grow, i've been doing a lot of praying, thinking, and looking around. Paying extra attention to the place I am in, because who knows how long it will be before Surry County isn't my home anymore. 

Signs are showing themselves. God is putting His hands on so many aspects. Nudging me in the direction of comfort in change. From things like the cashier at the Dollar Tree, asking me if I want to dontate to Military families, seeing a man wearing a Coast Guard t-shirt on the running trail, and getting fortunes like this in my fortune cookie:

Sure there's been crying, overthinking, wondering if I can handle it. 

But there's been a lot of trust. Finding the beauty in all places of life. Learning that there are more coffee shops than Pages downtown and it's possible to find comfort and community anywhere. To be a "local" wherever your roots are planted. The world extends so much further than the borders of North Carolina. Now while it might be ideal, that we stay here in this beautiful state, and become Buxton locals. (Which though unsure, is still another "sign" in the back of my head because the spark of the Coast Guard came to be.) I think we're capable of making anywhere our home, and assurance is everywhere. 

Life isn't scary. 

Though I do have an underlying small anxiety, that I am going to get all hyped for this life adventure, and then we're going to fizzle out and settle back into our routine again. 

I have faith that isn't the case, though. Dyllon has my support, and we're building off of eachother. 

With our bodies, and health habits, and our communication and talk about this often. I think this is honestly what we both want. There's so much support surrounding us where it counts. 

The signs are everywhere and the faith is solidifying.