Beautiful Mount Rainier

I have had this blog since 2012. I started it when my husband announced that he was going to enlist with the United States Navy. We were living in San Diego at the time, and we were both descended from military families. It seemed like a good fit for our circumstances and goals at the time.

I must share that we are the type of folks that jump into major life decisions headlong and research along the way. I believe this style of decision-making suits us, because it ignites out natural curiosity and instills in us the energy to persevere during the roadblocks and hurdles that inevitably come along. I have often wondered if we reversed the research and decision-making stages if we would have tackled some of the life projects that have turned out so well for us.

Joining the military was a decision that fell somewhere along the middle. When the announcement came, little did I know that my husband had been considering it for some time. Once we were agreed, we went into research mode. At the time, blogging helped fuel my desire to learn more about the recruitment and enlistment process. It also served as an occasional outlet for stress management.

Eventually, after Jeff's accident, this blog transformed into a living document of his journey toward recovery and rehabilitation. Looking back on some of those entries now, I am reminded of the profound moments when he took his first steps, started aquatic therapy, and when he purchased his first cane. These were major milestone in our journey.

Now, we are creating new memories in out timeline, and once again, this blog has transformed.  I tried a different direction a few short months ago, but it didn't seem to fit, and I think I have figured out why. Instead of centering around a theme or idea, I am choosing to use this blog as more of a chronicle of our journey. I think in this sense, our title really works. I feel we have finally found a safe harbor in this beautiful state of Washington. Our home is comfortable and inviting and our circle of friends continues to grow every year. We are visiting with family more often and have even managed to complete our first international vacation. 

The concept of a safe harbor is now more than just about rehabilitation, it's about having a safe space to return home to at the end of every day, every reflection, and every challenge. Calling on my psychotherapy training, I would liken it so a secure base of attachment: something we can always look back on and know with certainty that we are loved, valued, and respected. These values are what enable us to embark upon new adventures and explore the world, make bold decisions, and grow as people and a family. Our search for safe harbor never truly ends, but as they say in the USN: Fair wind and following seas. 

Until next time,