What a week it’s been! Things that are hard in life are meant to challenge us, help us grow. I believe that, but I’ve also struggled with the notion of it this week. Financially, things have been really tough and so here we go again – moving.
I do not like moving. I don’t like the emotional upheaval and intense logistics required to pull it all off. I do not enjoy the sorting and clearing out, the research and phone calls, and I balk at the cost. I have moved far more times than I care to count (although I have counted of course). The last time I moved – about 14 months ago – I said that it was going to be the last time for a long time, and I was quite smug about it. Confident. I was getting work that draws a lot of business from the
Sometimes making things work means taking a good honest look at our reality and doing things that are really hard. Things that we don’t want or like, but make a choice to do in order to get things in order for the long term. So the house is going on the market, and I am embarking on an ambitious downsizing exercise. It’s not that I have an issue with getting rid of stuff per se; it’s the upset to my family and emotional center that really hurts.
There isn’t time to indulge in complaining, so I will get on with it all.