Right now I'm in a transition of sorts. I feel pain for those who I will be leaving behind, I feel frustrated with stuff and clutter, and anxious about contracts and closings. To be honest I just want to hide under the covers or burrow behind my sewing machine, snap my fingers and have it all over and ourselves settled without the sweat. But this move is not going to happen without the focus of my mind and labor of my hands. It's time to take a deep breath, buy some packing tape and start cleaning into the deep dark corners of this home.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Transition
Before I could get through the several piles of laundry from our National Parks trip I was once again packed up and off on another adventure of sorts, this time just with Paul and little Henry. We spent 4 days back in MI searching for a new home. Emily was kind and took care of not only the five other children but also our dog. This enabled a very productive and focused search and we are now in the process of pursuing two very great options.
Transition is never easy though. A very wise woman I spoke to likened any change to what one experiences during childbirth. The transition stage of labor is where I always want to run away, give up, and ask myself "what was I thinking"?. The more I feed into these thoughts though the tougher and longer the pain. But as soon as I find the strength to stop resisting and just let it flow with slow breath the discomfort is soon over and the joy of a new baby has replaced any remembrance of pain.
Right now I'm in a transition of sorts. I feel pain for those who I will be leaving behind, I feel frustrated with stuff and clutter, and anxious about contracts and closings. To be honest I just want to hide under the covers or burrow behind my sewing machine, snap my fingers and have it all over and ourselves settled without the sweat. But this move is not going to happen without the focus of my mind and labor of my hands. It's time to take a deep breath, buy some packing tape and start cleaning into the deep dark corners of this home.
Right now I'm in a transition of sorts. I feel pain for those who I will be leaving behind, I feel frustrated with stuff and clutter, and anxious about contracts and closings. To be honest I just want to hide under the covers or burrow behind my sewing machine, snap my fingers and have it all over and ourselves settled without the sweat. But this move is not going to happen without the focus of my mind and labor of my hands. It's time to take a deep breath, buy some packing tape and start cleaning into the deep dark corners of this home.
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You are bringing back my memories of a year ago and our own transition. I don't think we "knew" each other then. I posted this in the middle of our transition. It may give you a chuckle.
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Al--we had a great time with your kids!!! I am going to go through a transition when you leave. :(
ReplyDeleteI like the analogy. It is so hard to move away from your comfort zone, friends, etc. But the growth that comes after it's all done is tremendous. Good luck with everything! Wish we lived close to help so we could help somehow.
ReplyDeletegood luck with everything. transition isn't every easy, but you are right, in the end it's worth it.
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