Bloom where you are planted

“Bloom where you are planted.” 

This morning I woke up and felt depressed. I started thinking about how amazing it would’ve been to wake up in New England, where I’d be sitting outside an INN, overlooking the water, holding Matt’s hand and drinking fresh squeezed orange juice out of a champagne glass... 

But then the practical side of my brain started arguing - saying how impossible/unrealistic this “perfect” scenario would be. 

To which I concluded: I think it might just be that down deep longing for Heaven. A beautiful place with no worries, forever and ever. 

That being said, I still wouldn’t mind a little getaway, lol!! You moms feel me on this?!

Tricia