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I’m at that point in moving… where the boxes overwhelm the space. Well… honestly… it doesn’t take long for that to happen in a tiny house. In fact… a friend asked why I didn’t hire someone to take the boxes… rather than moving them a few at the time as I have been doing. The answer… because I don’t have room to store the packed boxes until they got here. Well… I guess I could have hired someone to do all of it… but… I like to know what’s in the boxes… so I know where to look for things at the new house.

Control freak… I know.

Anyway… I’m at the point… where the clutter and confusion… the chaos… are making me crazier than usual… and I would love to quit… They funny thing is… there’s not that much left to do. It’s just that I’m not sure what is next. In the beginning it was easy… the things that I don’t use a lot. At the end it will be easy… everything that is left. The messy middle is the hard part.

Bertha… says it reminds her of all of my projects. She says that I generally start with a bang… full of enthusiasm… then want to quit… and sometimes do… when things get chaotic… just before I pull it all together. When I can’t see the forest for the proverbial trees… when another couple of steps… and it would be smooth sailing… and any other mixed metaphors she can think of.

And… she’s right… I do forget… that chaos… is a creative energy. I forget that in order for change to occur… things have to get moved around… I have to get out of my orderly comfort zone. I forget that whether it’s moving… or writing… or any other project I might be doing… that I love to look at things in new ways… I love to see how things can be in a different way. And… then… I think of a story from… Where The Joys Are: Bertha’s Guided Journal and Coloring Book… Three Flamingo Night… when Bertha was rearranging her… flamingo flock… in the front yard… simply because it was fun.

Well… I won’t go so far as pack up the house… just for the fun of it. But then again… maybe I am… maybe… moving is creative… and even… dare I say it? FUN? Maybe that is the reason that I’m doing it. Maybe next time I’m in the middle of a project and consider quitting… I’ll remember this blog… and I’ll keep going.

How does it get any better than that®?

Jane

And… if you look closely… you’ll see Thelma peaking in the door.