Tuesday, October 21, 2014

:: An Emotional Wringer!

 

The flowers are as confused as I am!  The Four O’clocks, don’t really know the time of day or the season…anymore than I know if I’m coming or going!

four oclocks hardy

After spending most of the weekend being under the weather—I’ve taken the slow and steady wins the race approach on the packing front.

I’ve not packed one box since last week—uhg!  I do get frustrated.  But rather than worry about it.  I take my tea to the porch swing with Vince and swing, until his little sleepy eyes can’t take it anymore—I put him in the play pen. 

…and then I jump up and get to crackin’!

No.

I take a 15 minute nap myself!!!! 

Am I still excited about moving?  Yes and no. In my PRACTICAL SIDE,  I’m over-joyed with the prospect of debt reduction.  I’m thrilled with fewer bills, and liquidating build-up!  Oh, yes!  packing a few boxes to be dropped off and never seen or heard from again ---at the local charity thrift store, it sounds wonderful to me. All the practical aspects of moving, I’m excited about. 

It’s the emotional aspects—that keep me faltering and second guessing myself. 

Things like the porch swing.

The PORCH!  I waited a long time to get my front porch!

No, not really.  It’s not the swing or the porch. It’s packing up the memories--- of all the times I’ve sat on the swing doing the same thing I did today, and yesterday.  Listening to the creaking of the chain in the anchor bolts; and swinging the baby ‘til their eyes are so heavy—they fall asleep in my arms.

Then, I have to say SNAP OUT OF IT!

GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!  This is going to be an adventure.   I dry my eyes…

and move on!

I put myself through an emotional wringer!

 

October 21  Post Card

 

‘Til next time, Be Blessed!

Patricia


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"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go." ~Joshua 1:9

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8 comments:

A Daughter of the King said...

I hear ya, Patricia. Good thing we don't have to get rid of our fond memories; these are packed in the special space in the attics of our mind to be taken out whenever we wish.

Kathy Felsted Usher said...

I just can't imagine moving and trying to figure out what to do with all this stuff. I was hoping the kids would have houses by now and take lots of it. At some point there will be more coming this way. What will I do?

Shug said...

I always enjoy your "Notes to Self" ....... you've got it right, it's not the swing itself....it's the memories and you will always have those!!! Enjoyed seeing your four o' clocks. I remember my mom always having these growing around the front porch! Hummingbirds love them!! Have a sweet peaceful day.

Revi said...

Bless you, your sweet memories, your dreams, and your plans. I know you are a woman who has given this to God, so rest in the plans he has for you...plans to prosper you, plans for a hope and a lovely future. Thanks for keeping us posted. :)

Curtains in My Tree said...

bless your heart

I know it's hard and hurtful and good all at the same time ,
Note to self , It will be OK your alive and healthy not in a nursing home, This is what I always tell myself LOL

Kristina said...

My older two tell me they miss sitting on the porch, especially my oldest daughter. Lots of memories.

NanaDiana said...

I know that feeling so well, Pat. It is that ever present lump in your throat as you move to each different phase of your life. I think it is that-as much as anything- the fact that a phase of your life is over-you start moving down instead of moving up...and paring down your life of 'treasures"...and they will become someone else's life and treasures.

You will do fine-it's just staying "in the moment" that does it for me. xo Diana

The Polka Dot Closet said...

Moving is always so tough such a huge life transition....The pro's and the con's. Hope you get to feeling better so you can get packing...Or maybe you should just sit on that swing and think about it a while?

Carol