Finding a balance

We dreamed of the time when I would retire, and we would move to Colorado. The beauty of it, the hiking, the weather, the animals . . . We wanted it, we planned for it, we focused on it, we made sure it happened. Once we were here, we focused on our next big task: to find our forever home.  With a little help from upstairs (okay, maybe a lot), we accomplished that, too.

Everything should be great now, right? It should be, but it isn't.

Steve works extremely long hours, and he is hardly ever home. Including the drive down the mountain (he works in the Springs), there are days when he is gone for fourteen hours, leaving me here to do what needs to be done around the house and write and what have you, but all the while-alone.

Wait a second, Steve working 12-14 hours a day, me up here alone for 12-14 hours a day . . . This is how our incredible new lives in Colorado were supposed to be?

A resounding no!

So, a new task is at hand: getting Steve up on the mountain so we can be together more. Because all of this means nothing if we can't be together.