Adjustment requires patience

Coming back home from the ‘big city smushed in a small place,’ I am becoming more aware transition is an adjustment.

In no order of importance: I am re-acclimating to the town, seeing new developments and looking for past haunts.

Getting used to the differences between Boston and Pueblo, Colo. has not been easy. I woke up the other day excited, thinking: What a great day to go to the beach!

Streets are so much wider, and drivers, so much nicer! I have to stop my habit of unnecessary road rage. It also used to take me between 45 minutes and an hour-and-a-half to go 7 miles in Boston.

People actually smile, and say pleasantries, and wait for a response here in town! I like it!

Trying to fit back in peoples’ lives, as a different person just out of treatment, also is not easy!  I have to find their rhythm, be patient, and ensure I am following my core values.

Adjusting to the environment, a different state, time zone and state of mind, and finding balance, literally and figuratively is not coming easy for me, either.

It is amazing how past, painful memories lunge back at a person. In an instant, reversion to a past role should be avoided, which is difficult.

My go to: Patience. Talk less. Listen more. I just wish I would react properly earlier. Baby steps. 

My sister told me today people don’t always want to know my opinion. 

“But,” I said, "I am a truth teller.”  Don’t be, she responded. I will heed her advice and slow down on my truth telling! lol

I tell you, though, one of the biggest adjustments is getting used to the big, beautiful Colorado sky!  It’s hard to keep my eyes on the road!

I’ve always been a mountain girl, but I nearly cry when I see the big expanse of my beloved Rocky Mountains. I am so grateful to be home!