Iâ€™m always in a rush. Iâ€™ve given some thought to that this afternoon, and I think itâ€™s because of how much I over think things in my head. Generally any situation or possible situation is turned over and over and around and in and out of my head so many times that I have lived and relived it. It means that by the time the actual experience comes around Iâ€™m always anticipating. And rushing. There are some mantras here I should probably recite to myself â€“ savour the moment, let things take their course, all in good time etc. etc. I donâ€™t have to get to the destination as quickly as I possibly can â€“ the view along the way can be worth seeing.
Such a good weekend. I forget, often, what itâ€™s like to pull yourself away from the day to day blah and to completely immerse yourself into another thing or another person with little distraction. Today Iâ€™ve emerged with some apprehension about the week and kinda blinking and squinty â€“ the bright and harsh reality of work and moving next weekend kinda slapped me upside the head today when I hit Parramatta Road.
Still, thereâ€™s some excitement about the move on the weekend. New physical space to match the new head space. Well, increasingly new head space. And genuine gratitude as well â€“ there are people coming out of the woodwork everywhere to help. Somehow I have a horse float and an army of helpers organised for Saturday and I havenâ€™t had to do a thing. Without asking, every person at work has started saving boxes. Itâ€™s really, really nice.
Tonight Iâ€™m having a go at the books and the CDs. I sorta thought I might leave the CDs till last, seeing as I KNOW the second I pack them away Iâ€™ll get to thinking I just MUST listen to Beautiful Freak by the Eels or something but itâ€™ll be stuck in a box somewhere. I think I need to get that stuff out of the way first though, the surface stuff, before I tackle the cupboards.
Otherwise itâ€™s early to bed for this girl tonight. I canâ€™t stop yawning.