Moving pains?
Hi Folks!
If you wish to read the sob story below, please continue on. If not, that's fine. I've been having a rough time getting everything settled in our new home which has been impacting just about everything right now. As such, I apologize for the difficulties that y'all may have had in contacting me on top of what ever bugs Keen seems to be having. [As I've looked at the blogs of the other Advisors, I find myself wondering just what's happening with the system. I wish I knew more about the mechanics of all this... maybe not, then it'd probably give me a headache too. ;) ]
So, here's my little sob story. Those of you who may wonder if us 'spiritual types' have rough days too, please rest assured that we do. And of late, it's been feeling like just about everyday is a Monday. On one hand, I suppose having so many Mondays is fantastic, because I always have a new start on the week. At the same time, I have been feeling like it's the beginning of the longest week *ever*!
Unpacking everything is in some respects harder then packing everything up. The risk of paper cuts is approximately the same for both parts of the process. Unpacking, however, requires that you find a place for everything. It gets more interesting then the world's hardest jigsaw puzzle because you're attempting to find space for things even as you are working around a small mountain of boxes. If I haven't mentioned it before now, I don't think I like that mountain of boxes very much.
I believe my ability to find objects to stub my toe on in the dark has now progressed beyond a science and a rarefied art form into some celestial realm of perfection. That mountain of boxes is quite helpful in making my achieve this dubious accomplishment. The other thing that has been just driving me mad is trying to clean house in the midst of unpacking. I now understand why some of my good friends swear by paper plates and plastic silverware. I believe I can honestly say that those friends of mine, in this instance, are most likely to be geniuses.
I feel that there is little that proves more disheartening at the end of a long day then seeing a kitchen full of dirty dishes, pots, pans, glasses, and silverware. Having a smaller kitchen makes it seem to reach that point with just a few dishes in the sink and a glass or two out. I don't know if it is easier to clean the kitchen then the old one because I haven't managed to get it fully clean yet. Something else always comes up.
My biggest source of angst right now is the feeling that I don't have enough room to walk thru my home. As I clear out boxes and get things settled around here, it feels less claustrophobic. Then I need to pick up and move things so that my son can practice walking. It is so hard sometimes to see the positive side of this string of Mondays. At times, I just remind myself that putting one foot infront of the other will get me thru this. Other times, I actively try to find those little rays of sunshine that makes the perpetual Monday feel more like a Tuesday, Wendsday, or even a Friday.
Well, I think I'm done complaining. Thanks for letting me vent. If you want, give me a call and I'll listen while you vent. We all need to let our fustrations out sometimes. Tarot readings can give a bit of sunshine to your day and I'm always happy to return the favor of listening to your day's vexations. I'll be around until 11:00 PM Eastern time.
Thank you again.