Unfocusing on Fireflies

Thoughts on not focusing so damn hard on things.

A year ago I moved out of my boyfriend’s house into my own. The reason for the move was because my teenage son, who had been living with his dad, was coming to live full-time with me. That was a dream come true. I travel so much for work that I felt like he was in the better place. Little did I realize the situation with his step-family and it wasn’t good. He needed to be someplace where he was fully accepted and loved. With me! I truly believed with my entire being that it was the end of the relationship.

Leaving hurt, I wanted more than anything to be worth the trouble, although I know that’s a tall order. I’m a lot of trouble.

It turned out to be a huge blessing. I love having the time exclusively with my son. My college-age daughter moved back in with me too and I know to soak up every tiny bit of these fleeting moments. And not only did my relationship not end, it became stronger. He is an amazing blessing in their lives. Not to mention, I don’t mind sleeping like a starfish in my bed again.

The house I moved into is magic. I was panicked. I never thought I was moving again and I didn’t think I’d find anything. I looked and looked but the area I live in is booming and brother, Austin ain’t cheap! I was just looking to lease something for a couple of years until my son graduates, then I wouldn’t have to find a place close to a good school.

When the realtor first brought me to the house, she almost apologetically said to me, “Donlyn, it’s funky.” I told her after looking for so long, the fact that it was the right price in the right place, if it were half-way livable, I would take it!

The house is old, and a little hilarious. It’s painted bright orangish, with electric blue trim. The ceilings are painted like clouds. I’m pretty sure there’s some type of glitter paint on the walls. It has 4 levels and is built on stilts over a creek that flows into Lake Travis. It has floor to ceiling windows where you can see the waterfalls. There are murals a-plenty and all manner of things glued to the walls and doors. And I have fallen in love with it.

One of the biggest things that makes it so magical is the wildlife. I’m on a first name basis with several deer. I have a raccoon that taps on the window at night asking for whatever leftovers we have. I have a skunk, a fox, an opossum, lots of mosquitos (unfortunately), and now as summer is beginning, I have fireflies. I have a BAZILLION fireflies.

Every night it almost brings me to tears I love it so much. They dance around the creek and waterfalls and say their little hellos at my windows. One night me and my son, who also appreciates little magical moments like me, went and just sat in the backyard watching them parade around us in stereo.

But, I realized something. It’s hard to focus on a firefly. Because when their light goes out, you don’t know where they will pop up next. You can never really just focus on ONE! I kept trying though. I wanted to get a good look and admire that glowing ass! My son, notices what I’m doing and he says, you can’t focus on one. You have to relax your eyes and take the whole thing in. Then you’ll see all of them.

And I did.

And it was magic.

And I realized a lot. Everything that happened did so for a reason. Lots of reasons. Everything is working out the way it was supposed to. I focused so hard on the loss, that I didn’t see all the multitude of blessings dancing all around me. All I had to do was let go and not try to control things out of my control. I relaxed my focus and I let the fireflies dance and suddenly everything became clear.

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