Moving Gracefully, by Cheryl Ray

It's THAT day.

The day before the day before the move.

Little sleep. Past the point of comfort in lifestyle. Getting a clear picture of how many MORE boxes I will need to finish the job.

Here's how it goes from now until the move is done:

Explitives fall out of the mouth followed by

meditative murmuring. ("everything is fine. It always works out fine, it is ok just like this for now, etc")

crying. Tiny tears sneak out the side. Not full on bawling. That's for babies.

work

work more

smile and say everything is going fine when people dare to ask,

which they generally don't, for fear you will ask them to help.

Human nature.

AND repeat these actions over and over again, for the next 48 hours.

I think I will name this stage so I can put it in my book.

Stage 9: The Day before the Day before.

The final boxes, a car I can afford, with the NRA sticker for good luck.

Define Yourself or Someone Else Will...

 And chances are, you won't be happy with the outcome.  

Every moment, you are defining yourself.  Whether you are aware of it, or not--notice what you are doing and add this phrase "I am a person who..." and don't sugarcoat it!  

Don't judge yourself. That's not what this is about.  EVALUATE your actions, decide if they are who you want to be, and then continue doing them, or do something differently, and move on.

We can all think of unpleasant, embarrassing ways to complete that sentence.  ( I am a person who gets up at midnight and eats a cheese sandwich)That's part of being human; however, if it is change you are looking for, then a clear look at yourself is the first  requirement. 

Define yourself, or someone else, less interested in your welfare, will define you.

A Transition Poem.

Motionless, directionless, focus-less

Fear grasps at polluted air--

Unless and until  focus, direction and motion

take hold. Then the relief through change.

Comes a transition every time you move--

which for a moment replaces fear,  who nevertheless

may call again soon.