Freedom of choice is everywhere when packing. Who knew there were 40-year-old cake knives in the back of the drawer? And, they are probably virgins because I don’t ever remember using them. Candles, barbeque mitts, sun visors…who cares? But, I have to make a decision on whether they come or go.
I hardly slept last night. Back and forth, tossing and turning, planning, mental lists. Around 3:00 a.m. I brought a pen and paper into bed like a coveted lover. I have a rule “Don’t get up before 5 am.”
What I am understanding is that it is not about the decisions. It is that I feel out of control. And there is the kernel for the day! I need to get out of my own way. Get into the manyana mode today. I left the house under reams of bubble wrap and went swimming at the Y. That clears my head and gets me into a meditative trance. I came home refreshed and with clarity.
Ya know what I mean?
