Moving and Grooving.
I am moving in 10 days. In full disclosure, I am a psychotic, control freak, neatnik maniac as it relates to packing (and maybe a few other things). Nothing is safe in my line of sight. If I don’t need it, use it, or love it – out it goes. Is there anything more satisfying than a good purge?
I was making great progress, and then, COVID hit the house. I really thought we had seen the last of this virus. But NO. My poor son, who is with me temporarily, has been sick as a dog. By default, I am stuck home in the house with him. We are quarantining, and I am packing. Four days and counting… no COVID for me 🙏.
I let myself get caught in the negative mind mouse trap. It was not pretty. At all.
What to do when the universe has other plans?
* I got a hold of myself.
* I calmed down.
* I pushed out the move date.
* I canceled my hair appointment 😩.
* I canceled my dinner plans 😢.
* I got more boxes and packed what I could.
* I became slightly more motherly. I even made pancakes from scratch ❤️.
* I told the furniture buyers that pick-ups would be a week later.
In short (but probably not short enough), I adjusted.
And that is life. No plan is foolproof.
No mind is immune from writing the worst-case scenarios.
Once you realize you have no choice, you flex. And then you laugh because it is funny. Unless I get COVID, then I may not be laughing.
Stay healthy and Say it like it is,
Donna ⭐
