I’m feeling overwhelmed…. There’s a hurricane coming, it’s all in the timing, the transition. What do I need for the next few weeks? Trying to tease that out, not over packing as I can easily come back for another round, and will, but what to load, how to keep it dry.
I was up late sipping bourbon and rocking out to the latest Phish shows from the recent yearly Labor Day Weeekend run in Denver. Celebrating the transition, ignoring some of the details and just reveling in what a whacky summer it’s been, how much I love my own cabin, and looking forward to having more control in my life, work place.
The cabin at 43 Ash Cove is going to be a dry house, part of me dreads the transition, but it will be easy once I’m there, doing it. Sloughing off some things I don’t need, are distracting, and excited to move ahead, onward.
The process is emotional, physical, it’s got my knickers slightly twisted, but that’s all part of the process, letting go, holding on to what matters, serves me. Tomorrow I haul the trailer with btwxd in it, my PURPLE and the essentials for life in a one bedroom cabin. That’s when it will feel real…
A delightful complication includes organizing for and packing the massage table and necessities for the process, a couple coworkers have expressed an interest, need. It’s all part of it, a welcome complication, as it’s hardly necessary, but a beautiful practice, and will facilitate the coming changes, transition.
It’s a lot, I’m breathing, breaking it down into bite size chunks, about to put on some work clothes and shoes, attach and back the trailer up to the ramp. Let’s rock this!!!
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