We're moving to our first house in 5 days.
For one awful week (that felt more like a year) we thought we weren't going to get our house.
In shock, we stopped packing.
When the deal came "back on" Friday night, and we realized we had a week to pack up our lives, we kicked into high gear. Cancelled plans with friends. Skipped church. Bought boxes. And began the process of putting our lives into cardboard.
I personally hate packing, especially at the beginning. But somewhere near the middle of the process (which we hope to reach today) there suddenly comes a feeling of freedom. As if to say, I don't need all those things anyway, and now they are out of my way and I can just be.
And, "just being" is something I'm working on this week. I met with my minister Thursday to discuss troubles I've been having at work and how I really, really don't know what to do. And he just asked me if it's okay not to know. Okay to just sit with that uncertainty and not try to do anything about it. Okay to just accept what is and try to live in the moment, even when it's uncomfortable.
And so I'm trying to live in this moment, this complete chaos, and just be okay with the feelings of frustration and anxiety that arise over the sight of all this mess and the knowledge of what this week (and month) will be asking from us.
Marti,
Still have a copy of JOHNATHAN LIVING SEAGULL? You might try rereading that one. Hope it helps.
Is the move still on, for Friday? Any help lined up? Let me know, Love you both!
Posted by: Dad | May 04, 2008 at 11:53 PM