PIC OF THE DAY!
Photo prompt=CLOSE UP. Yeah, I’ve posted my pretty Gerber daisies before, but I don’t know if I’ve posted this one. I just love them. They make me happy.
TODAY…
1. Out with the old.
2. Fresh, new ideas.
3. Opportunity.
4. Bittersweet goodbyes.
5. The future.
Please, anonynoters. No wonder you won’t sign your names. I crack up every time. Seriously, I find that (especially on this particular site) people looooovve to kick others where they think it will hurt if they know they can get away with it. Give somebody a means and an open door and they will take the opportunity.
As I start to embark on this move, I can’t help but get really melancholy. I remember moving into this place rather reluctantly (even though I love the space). EXMS wanted a place that wasn’t just mine–it needed to be “ours”. He was adamant about it. So much so that we moved during a very inconvenient time for me, and I had to leave on a business trip before we were done moving.
Though the move was physically pretty easy (we moved from one unit in the building to another), it was always such a struggle with EXMS. And I mean with pretty much everything.
I suppose it was that he always wanted to take immediate action while I wanted to process things so that we wouldn’t make too many mistakes along the way. We seemed to meet in the middle most of the time, but it was always after a long and usually very fierce struggle.
Lovely reminded me of a lot of things while we were in the car driving this weekend. She reminded me that I was always trying to please EXMS. Always. And that he was never satisfied with anything. And that if he didn’t feel right about something, he’d pout. She witnessed all of this firsthand.
Why don’t I just give in and try to please myself?? I’m the one I gotta live with for the rest of my life, right?
I wish I’d just feel better about the whole thing. I wish I could just tell myself that it was all for the best and move right along.
You realize that I’m dragging all of this out to the bitter end, right? I’m letting my hand be forced. I have to move out in less than a a month, and I’m going kicking and screaming.
I pray that once this move is done, it will be done. Physically, of course it will. Emotionally, I really need for it to be O.V.E.R.
I’m good with milestones. This is going to be one of them. Milestones help me with true and complete closure. This move is going to be very important.
Where I’ll end up, I still don’t know. But anywhere is better than here right now.
I’m starting a project for a nonprofit org that I’ve always wanted to be involved with but never had the time for when I was working and traveling all the time. I will get paid a nominal amount, but I’m so excited to be doing it because it’s a cool project that will benefit young girls who are learning about design and business.
I keep writing bits and pieces about it here, but we haven’t quite worked out all the kinks. But today I got the go-ahead from the organization who is funding this project.
I’m looking forward to writing about the progress here.
For now, I need to finish packing the second bathroom…it’s the one I don’t use that much, so it’s easy to pack it all up.
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