I’ve stopping to take a break in the midst of my working to blog. It has been a long day and while I didn’t take breaks to do much of anything other than eat, I still feel like I barely scratched the surface of what I needed to get done. So after I take my little time out to write, I’m going to try to spend some more time packing yet more boxes. Though as I look a the clock as it approaches 10 p.m., I wonder how realistic it is of me to think that I’ll actually get back up from sitting here to do anything else tonight. Still, I’m stubborn and am determined to cross something off the to do list I made this morning. Where had the time gone?
I guess I’m prone to overestimating the amount of time it takes to do something of this magnitude. But honestly, I’ve been working at this process for quite a while and I would have hoped to make better progress. Not only did I spend time getting myself ready to move, I also spent some time this evening helping my son moving things from the condo he and I shared to his new place. He too got a lot done and yet his room is still a mess. How is that possible even? The more you pack up, the more there is to pack up? It doesn’t make sense and yet everything seems to be multiplying.
One good side effect to working all day is that I’ve managed to keep busy enough that I didn’t have to spend any time chasing the blues away. I was simply too busy to worry about it or let it happen. Sitting here now in the relative quiet of the night, a little blueness could creep its way in here. But no. I don’t have time for it. Though the longer I sit here, the tireder I get. Perhaps just one more box before bedtime. We shall see.
I am grateful for what I did accomplish today. Tonight I’ll work a little longer before stopping to take my rest. I’ll get back at it tomorrow morning and see how it goes. My goal will be to start early tomorrow, get a whole lot done, and then get ready for the start of a new week. That sounds like a good, if perhaps mildly unrealistic plan, given my slow progress to date. Nevertheless, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I will be grateful when I have the lion’s share of this work done. When you’re preparing to move, sooner or later, one way or another it does all get done. I still have boxes from my last move that are marked, “Assorted stuff to be sorted.” Those are the boxes get filled near the end when you’ve run out of time to sort things and end up tossing them haphazardly into boxes.
While I hope not to create too many more “TBS” boxes, I believe at least a few are inevitable. Opening them up at some point in the future could be a bit like opening a time capsule–artifacts from an earlier time spill from them, things you hadn’t remembered you owned. And while the temptation might be to toss them into the trash dumpster or donate the contents sight unseen to charity, there is always the slight possibility that something important is in the box and you dare not discard it. This has happened to me often enough that I will have to go through these catchall boxes one by one. I shudder to think of it. For now I will focus on putting things in to boxes, not worrying about what I’ll face when I have to take them back out. Tomorrow, as Scarlett O’Hara observed, is another day. I’ll continue to focus on each day as it comes, each hour as it passes and be grateful as best I can for the unfolding.
