I’m going to confess something here.  I’m a horrible procrastinator.  Truly, if you want something done, the best way to get it done (by me), is to give it to me about an hour before it needs to be done.  It’s not something I’m proud of, but at least I’m self-aware, right?  Now, after ten  years, I have to move from a place I’ve loved living and it’s scary.  Procrastination really has no place in the moving process, but that hasn’t deterred me from general paralysis when it comes to packing up ten years of stuff.  Incredibly, it’s actually this very situation that has served to really show me how very lucky I am.

I have an incredible community of friends— from those who have taken charge of helping me pack, to those who have helped me find a new place and even offered me a place in their own homes.  There have been those who have assured me that I will NOT have to move back in with my mother, those who have sent me listings for apartments, those who have helped me purge my material goods, endless pep talks, and a best friend who gave me a much-needed swift kick in the pants.  Sometimes, it takes a village…to help me move, that is!

 

Grateful May Angelou

 

Not knowing where I’ll be living has been a source of major stress, but it’s also been a source of serious reflection.  I’m learning that I can live with less, that even as I undergo major changes there is much to be grateful for, that it’s ok to accept help, and that the community in which I’ve found a place is overwhelmingly kind and supportive.  Never has my sense of gratitude been more acute than it has been these last couple of months.  Change is hard, but it’s necessary for personal and spiritual growth.  For everyone who walks alongside us during times of change, we should be grateful.  So, THANK YOU.

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