I'm finally back home from my insane stretch of work travel 7 out of the past 9 weeks. As soon as I set down my suitcases at home I felt a huge weight roll off me and set itself down too. I breathed a sigh of relief physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Home never feels as wonderful as it does in those moments when you come back to it after being away. With Maddy jumping up on my legs to greet me with a wagging tail, and Nate there to wrap me in a hug with a smile, I felt the overwhelming comfort and security of being wrapped up in the sense of home.
For me, home is love.
Home is that safe space where sweatpants are always in style, make up is never required. Come exactly as you are. That's how home loves you best.
Home is full of all the tools that help ease pain days. It's my old lady lumbar support pillow on my side of the couch and my favorite down blanket that I've had since college.
Home is the linen closet stocked with lavender Epsom salts, and candles, and a bath pillow all ready to provide a nice hot bath to ease the muscle pains on a bad pain day.
Home is the shelf full of essential oils, like my own apothecary, ready to help with the ailment of the day.
Home is the yoga and meditation room that is my perfect vision of a calming and relaxing place, ready for me every morning to set my intentions for the day with meditation, or to move my body with some gentle yoga.
Home is the people that help support me and keep me going. Those that help me laugh through the tears.
Home is the partnership of Nate doing extra little things around the house to lighten my load, without being asked, because he notices when I'm having a rough pain day.
I am so happy to be home. So filled with gratitude for the wonderful I home I have to come back to. It's helping me recharge, in body, mind, and spirit. I won't lie, I'm dreading getting back on the road in 2 weeks, but I'm trying to focus on the positive in the meantime. I intend to be present where I am, and enjoy this time at home, and not take away from that by looking into the future. It's a practice, it's not perfect. But home loves and embraces my imperfections, and I love it's right back.