The Pot Breaks to Move Forward

It’s been nearly three years since I returned to Albuquerque from a year and half move to the Chicago area. Shortly after my mom and I arrived in late March 2013, our neighbors across the street in Naperville came to visit. Not all the boxes were unpacked but it was enough we could move around the house. No one cared anyway.

The day that Doug and Sue left to head to Arizona to visit family, they gave me a little pot, a dream pot, and told me they wanted me to put my dreams there. When I ran into them at the gas station around the corner as they left town, Doug leaned across the car from the driver’s side and said he believed that everything would work out for me.

I had someone in my life who, well, didn’t deserve the time I gave him. The men I call “second dads” to me have been vocal since Greg and I married how thankful they were that Greg came along because they didn’t believe this other person was being fair to me (he spent very little time with me which was the demise of the relationship).

Two weeks ago, the pot went flying off the shelving unit in my office. Lately this hasn’t been unusual because our new dog Lilly rounds corners quickly and sends many items wobbly. However, it was a human who knocked it over. My friend who accidentally knocked it over felt really bad.

I assured her I wasn’t mad and after thinking about it for a moment, I realized it had broken for a reason– I didn’t need it anymore.

That dream had been answered