I’m moving from a five bedroom unit at my apartment complex to a one bedroom, and I’m so excited to have my own space and control over the cleanliness and silence. But before I get to the new unit, I have to pack up my stuff at my current one.
This makes me think of the part of the Incredibles where Helen is talking to Bob on the phone about unpacking and she says “why do we have so much junk?”. This line sums up my thought process during packing. Seriously considering donating half the stuff in my room (not really but it would make moving so much easier).
The big plus-side to all of this is that I’m not moving to a new state, or across town, so I don’t need to meticulously pack the breakables and all of that. My winter clothes and purses and soft things are literally in trash bags just so I can easily transport them.
I’ve also recruited some friends to help me move, because my family has to work or something lame like that. Since there’s no furniture involved, technically I could do it on my own because I’m #independent, but there is no way I can get my mini fridge from my upstairs room downstairs. And it would take me 12 hours to move, but with help it might take one.
When I think about moving in the middle of August in Louisiana, I sweat. But then I think of my how happy I’ll be once I’m in my one bedroom apartment, and the air conditioning it will have.
What are your thoughts on moving?
Do you feel as though you have to compete with the person next to you? At your job? Do you feel as though you have to fight for every step? Why can’t we all support one another without having to step on each other? We are all on the same team, right? Women do this, but yet state we want to encourage one another. Fixing each other’s crowns….uplifting, encouraging each other is what I want to do. I shouldn’t have to fight to stand here, right? For my bloom to see the sun? We each have gifts, and each have a right to the sun? Each one of us bring something unique to the table. Not to be difficult, but different. We need to take time to listen to each other. We need to take time to encourage, and support. For each of us just wants to be enough.We are in the same fight…fighting to bloom.Blessings.
This week is full of transitions and change. It is completely out of my comfort zone, and to be honest I am scared of the unknown.
I am trying not to let it get it ahead of me or get to me…anxiety…fear…doubt.
I can do this–just have to get through the first week, right?
Asking for prayers, and uplifting thoughts due to fatigue and stress at the moment. Thank you!!
Lately there have been lots of changes at work for lots of people. Changes have been happening quickly for many, and you have to make a decision pretty quick–like overnight—check with your family if you want to pursue this or not – quick.
Some people have difficulty making a decision. Not making a decision in itself is a decision. I have always said this to our kids. Just make a decision – right or wrong – make it.
Leadership is the same – you have to make a decision. Waiting, and not making a decision is usually the worst decision.
During what seems like ages ago, back in junior year of high school, I got tired of the yellow-beige color of my room that came with the house when we moved in. So I took the Tiffany box I had to Lowe’s, matched the color for wall paint, and bought the supplies I needed to paint my room. No one in the family would help, no matter how much my 17 year old self tried to convince them to (I’m sure that went professionally). It took a few months of moving furniture and sleeping on the couch, but I painted my room all by myself #grownup.
Fast forward to present day. Stephen is living in my room, and it’s actually kind of funny to see his gaming stuff and clothes in this Tiffany blue room. Well, he’s moving out again, and I was just starting to think of visits home in MY bed in MY room, NOT on the comfy air mattress (not sarcasm – it’s actually really soft), when Mom said that they’re painting it grey (excuse me?!) and putting my stuff in the attic (NO).
Mom already painted Stephen’s original room grey for the craft room. Help me keep my Tiffany box room alive, and stop Mom from painting the house grey. One room is just fine. The whole upstairs? No.
My parents want to make my room a guest room, but I’m their only guest…? Can’t I just take my economics class in peace this summer? I feel a flail coming along.
Disclaimer: I’m going to be okay with this. I don’t have to help my brother move out, and Mom said they’re moving my stuff in the attic. Didn’t say I had to do it. Or paint the room again. As long as I’m welcome to come home and my stuff isn’t on the lawn, I’m happy.
There are days, before I set my feet to the ground, that I say this out loud to God. On those days, I claim this…that God will show me His glory. I also believe that speaking it out loud helps. I am not exactly sure why, just that it does.
Some days I need God to show me more of His glory than others. I am certain God needs to see more of me in His glory as well – but that is another discussion.
Asking for some GLORY today.
Taking some turns today. Praying for the right one.
November 2015 – 315 pounds to yesterday – 115 pounds gone! Two years yesterday -surgery- as well.
Most of the time I don’t consider myself very strong. I find that I doubt myself. Just going along saying yes, of course, why not, even when I don’t want to. Mainly because I feel obligated out of years of friendship. Yesterday I said no. Yesterday I said my feelings were hurt.
Seasons have changed, life has changed, and we have grown. Our children aren’t friends as much as we both would love to say that they are. We care for one another, and will forever love one another. Neither one of us wants to hurt the other, but in doing that have caused more hurt it seems.
Hurt. Growth. Strength. I am hurt. I have grown. I have strength. I have changed.