Well, I made it through the most stressful time of the year and in remarkably great spirits. I did my best to take things one step at a time this year. If I forgot someone on my list, I knew I would be forgiven. Everyone in my life knows how much I am going through and the load of stress I have in organizing my move. They are all onboard, supportive, and that in itself is very liberating. It feels good to be loved.
My latest status goes as follows:
Just before Christmas I heard back with some of the last bit of paperwork I was waiting for. Now I have a date when my little dog will ship out. I have yet to get a storage locker for my things, advertise the things I won't be keeping on Craigslist, or figure out exactly what I will take with me and how I will get it to the other side.
What I have done though is plan my sleep-ins, game night with my honey, coffee on the beach. I am finally seeing the other side. The clouds have lifted momentarily and through my stress and anxiety I feel good. Real good. I am looking to the positive and am ready for adventure. This morning my honey and I were talking about flight details, which airline had the best rates, the best luggage deals.... I however was only concerned with my layover. How long? Where at? I am in the spirit for adventure. I am ready to branch out and see new sights. I am like a solitary, female version of Lewis and Clark.
I know there will be dim days ahead. Days where I feel overwhelmed, perhaps sad too, but in the end, these lighter moments allow me clarity and peace of mind. The end is in sight now.
