“Bloom where you’re planted.”
There is so much I hate about this phrase. For starters? I’m a terrible gardener. We’re talking major black-thumb, “look at a plant wrong and it’ll die” status over here. So plant metaphors just don’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Second? I. Hate. Change. I can get comfortable, sure. I can adapt, yes. But once I really do get settled somewhere? You’d better have a VERY good offer to get me to leave.
I’ve moved a lot in my life. Several times with my whole family, and then at the ripe old age of 20 when I married Josh. So, basically most of my moves occurred with my whole support system. And moving to be with Josh? That was change I liked. It meant getting to be with the man I love, and let’s be honest, it didn’t hurt that Colorado is amazing.
I’ve been fighting this Texas thing pretty hard though. It’s no secret that I don’t like it here. (Seriously, just ask. I’ll tell you. Maybe I’ll say it more nicely if I don’t know you that well, but the gist is, “this is a hell-hole”.) I think that if we were going to be here for any actual length of time, I’d put in more effort to liking it. But at this point we’ve only got 12 (closer to 11, not that I’m counting) more months here. So I figure there’s no point settling in when we’re just leaving again so soon.
On the flip side though? I’m realizing that it’s definitely not the healthiest thing to just try to get through this year on my own. It makes me cranky.
So, it’s time for some strategery. First up: actually attend some of the FRG events. Lunch drops are easy (potluck lunch with the students in the classroom), but other events? Anyone who knows me knows that groups of people I don’t know are definitely not my favorite scene. So, I’m going to try to make it to a play group this month. (Probably at the Splash Pad, which barely counts but hey, I’m in charge here!)
Next on the list? I tried to join a MOPS group, but they’re full right now, so I’m on the wait list. If I’m feeling extra sassy one day I might try the ladies’ bible study at my church… but let’s not hold our breath on that one.
So, long story short, I have a black thumb and am cranky about change but I’m trying to “bloom” because it’s better than just being cranky for 12(ish) months. I guess.