I’m to the point that even my dreams are filled with thoughts of packing and moving. It’s not enough that I spend time during the day to pack, but I do it all night too.
A month long hiatus.
I told my brother and boss on 8/15/22 that I was taking a full month off. Four days of that time is already gone. Saying I’m not going to do any “typical work duties” but will check email and do client follow-up sounds really good in theory. So far, I’ve still spent more than 1/2 of each day working — but the logistics are different.
It does leave extra time to walk on the treadmill and pack quite a few items each day. I know things will get crazy hectic soon — but right now, I can’t do much of anything on my “to do” list.
As just one example, I can’t shampoo the throw rugs and roll them up for transport because I have a hound that struggles with slick wood floors. Take that example times 100.
I wish I could simply enjoy the process of transition.
Instead, I feel grateful, excited, frustrated, anxious, and all sorts of other emotions all at the same time. That doesn’t equate to enjoyment… but I do have hope that things are at least on track. 🙂