ConsciousCreation

A Travel Log to the Next Big Thing ~
Part IV: Now, it’s really out there. Folks know and I’m finding myself answering lots of questions – or at least attempting to answer questions. The immediate what next questions are easier to answer. When are you leaving? Where are you going? Do have help in packing? Are you going to drive by yourself? What about Thanksgiving? Is your son coming?
It’s the other questions that are a bit more challenging to answer ~ how are you doing? what will you be doing? are you doing church somewhere? If not church, then what?
Actually the how question is not that difficult to answer because I’m doing good! I find myself breathing deeper and often feeling a sense of relief. Of course, there are moments when I get that sinking feeling, wondering what is the opportunity that is waiting for me. Will I recogniz it when I see it. What if I miss it? Will I end up an old lady and two puppies, living in her car? Will the puppies be okay with this change? After all, they’re both 14 years old and set in their ways….
And then I take another deep breath and then another! A peace settles over me and I remember that all is unfolding as it should. I will know what the next thing is as it unfolds. The puppies and I will have a roof over our heads, food on the table, and beautiful spaces to take walks in.
Tomorrow is Monday. The to-do list is getting long. And there are a number of folks that I’d like to spend time with before I take off. Again, another deep breath and know that there will be enough time for all I need to do!
It’s just one step at a time ~ arrange for storage for the things I’m keeping, take the things I’m letting go of to Unique for recirculation, pack the ‘stuff’, put in a forwarding notice, for the mail, cancel the autoships for now, get the oil changed in the car, etc.. If you’ve every moved, you know the drill. I’m finding that the letting go of stuff process is as difficult as I remember it from other moves. I’ll pick up a decorative bowl or a box with rocks in it and remember who gave it to me or where and when I find them/bought it. Ah, the memories! How could I let that go?! Then I get still and that little voice says it’s time and into the little red cart it goes. Off to be enjoyed by someone new! I’ll still have the memory and room for more ‘stuff.’
So now it’s time for bed, to get a good night’s sleep and be ready for the new day!