It’s a rare weekend I’m staring down today: an extended period of absolutely nothing.
From midnight last night to 8 a.m. next Wednesday, I’m between employers. And in an rush to get addresses changed and hairs chopped and one junk Honda inspected before leaving Ottumwa during the early part of the week, I’ve left myself with not a lot left to do here. Next step: Three long days to think about filling a half-dozen moving totes (this will inevitably happen Monday evening).
I will Google bed frames (I’ll be sleeping on an air mattress for the next couple of weeks — I’ll be supremely grumpy about it). I will memorize anecdotes and sandwich recipes to enhance the first few days of New Job. I will let my anxious mind wander over the new challenges/remind myself that I’m totally awesome and will, as a friend put it, “kill it” there. I will polish off the three beers and four string cheeses left in the fridge. I will have half a panic attack and take too many naps.
I need to remember that change = good. And I’m good at change, after a lifetime of practice. Seriously, ask a Martin how to transplant a life. It’s kind of our thing, along with pre-dinner wine and moose. In moving, the key is shoes with traction a fine pair of biceps (because oh my gosh, I have way too many heavy books).
So thanks for all the encouragement, prayers, love, baked goods, etc. Reflecting on this support will get me through four days of nothing — because nothing can be damn intimidating.