First Day of Freedom
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
I know how exciting that sounds, but it’s been a very hard day. I woke up earlier than I would for work and started a task I dread: packing. The storage container where my possessions will live for the next few months arrives on Monday. Due to my affection for objects and my tendency to fastidiously research my purchases, I own an overwhelming amount of stuff. Soon I’ll be free from the burden of stuff-ownership and my next chapter will begin.
Until then, this doesn’t feel like vacation. I don’t feel like I have raised anchor, instead this feels like I cut the anchor line and I’m starting to drift. It’s the biggest change in my life so far, and so far it doesn’t feel fun!
I have to remind myself this is just the beginning; endless untold stories lie only a few sunsets away.