Every time I think about writing an update, my mind trips all over thoughts like, "Not now. Wait until you are in a better mood, when there are more positives to write about, a light & trippy attitude magically appears . . . but do not post about the Uncontrolled Chaos that is your life right now."
Oh, why the heck not?
What good is this blog if it doesn't tell the truth about the process being written about in the first place?
So, here we go: If you are looking for something peppy and upbeat, move on. That's not happening here today. This is how I feel:
- Did you wake up in the pre-move mornings FULL of fear?
- Did you have moments (hours.days) of: What the heck are we doing?
Typically, when those kinds of uncomfortable feelings attack me - and especially when they attack both Mike and me, I'd have some serious doubts about the choices we've made. At least I'd begin to question the decisions leading to the present discomfort.
Is it possible to have made the "right decision" and still be engulfed in moments of sheer panic?
Or is that normal?
What does the word normal mean, anyway?
See what I mean?
I'm all over the place. And so is Mike.
The only stability here lies with the animals.
I have to remember that I am bothered by two different issues and they are completely unrelated.
The first is the emotional upheaval I just described.
The second is this: