Sometimes we must do things that we really don’t enjoy doing. At the moment, I’m doing that – moving. And if you must know, I’m not very good at it. Actually, I’m terrible at it, since I’ve been engaged in this move since before Christmas. That’s right, I’ve now been moving for a little over a month, and I’m only moving two-tenths of a mile, to the 300 block of Sixth Street, from the 600 block of Hwy. 70, South (Orpe St.).
A friend of mine, whom I won’t mention lest I embarrass said friend, cackles and repeatedly doubles over with laughter, while gleefully pointing out the absurdity of my lack of speed and progress in this endeavor. Heaven only knows what my previous (still sorta current) landlord must be thinking.
After many hours of laser-like focus and pondering, I’ve had one of those “ah-ha” moments about why it has taken me so long to do so little. Obviously, I’ve been writing about the ineptness of Congress for so long, that I’ve been infected with a subliminal Congressional flaw – which is a cross between procrastination and a stupor of thought.
Of course, I do have a somewhat valid excuse for two weeks of my procrastination, but the stupor of thought may be a permanent affectation. A couple of weeks ago, I was assaulted by some sort of aggressively vile bug that ripped my lungs out of my chest, stomped them into mush, and mercilessly crammed them back into the general area where they were previously located. Additionally, my nose and sinus cavity ran about a dozen continuous marathons, running nonstop for what seemed like 16 consecutive days, give or take a couple of weeks. Now, I realize that more than a few of my readers may consider this to be too much information, but it is so fundamental to my lack of productivity that I feel the need to point out vast depth and great importance of this rationalization.
Another culprit in slowing down my move is my capability to be easily distracted. While packing, I have exhibited a unique ability to stop and peruse the record and story of my life. It’s amazing how compelling long-ago records, bank receipts, holiday cards, letters from friends, Dear John letters, etc., can suddenly become when one is preparing for a move. I have caught myself wasting endless hours reviewing the clutter of my life. What’s even more amazing is the amount of clutter one can accumulate in the course of going about the process of daily living.
To me, moving also represents a passage of sorts. Each time we move, our lives tend to veer off into another direction, even if it’s just a subtle change of direction. Consider this move, for example. I’m moving out of a place that allowed me to heal from another brain surgery, as well as a broken heart. For the past three years, I’ve been surrounded by family members and friends who love me, and provided me with an environment that allowed me the time needed to heal my mind and spirit. It has almost been like a womb to me, giving me the chance to regain my physical and spiritual health. In a very real way, I hate to leave this place.
It is good to reflect on our past from time to time. To decide which memories are worthy of keeping and which memories warrant being discarded. It can be uplifting to remember the good times, filled with wonder and joy. Remembering the challenges we’ve overcome, and relishing past accomplishments are worthy of a permanent place in our hearts and minds. When we move on, we want to take the good with us, and discard the not-so-good.
Even so, the act of moving into a new home offers me the opportunity to begin life anew. It represents the chance to once again create a life that offers exciting new opportunities for growth and personal development. It gives me the chance to love and be loved, to experience new things, and to enhance my creativity. I am excited about my life and the bright future that lies ahead for me. I know it is a bright future because I will do whatever it takes, within the bounds of high character and the law, to make it a bright and productive future.
So, I have an absolute certainty that I will complete this move in a more timely fashion, and get on with this wonderful thing we call life. I’m grateful for the love of my family and my friends. And finally, I’m grateful that I live in the best region of the best state in the best nation in the world.
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