“Everybody wants to rush through transition like it’s a bad root canal. But transition is a threshold. It’s a sacred appointment—the crossing from one world to another. There are promises, insights, revelations, and messages during this time. You will not escape yourself here. You will not escape your deepest questions. This is a blessing.” ~ Tama Kieves
Sunday morning, I woke up in our new home and felt at peace. The softness of the plush new carpet under my feet was so comforting, as was the pale morning light streaming into our bedroom from behind our sheer curtains. Everything is working as it should – the appliances, the air conditioning, the alarm system. Finally, all three of us got a good night’s sleep and feel rested. Thanks enormously to my mom’s help, we are 90% unpacked and left with only a handful of boxes, so everything has a place and there is still ample unused space.
The above quotation resonates with me because I am face-to-face with my tendency to “get it all done right now” and have decided to let things be unorganized for awhile. I am letting myself walk past that pile of clothing that needs to be sorted or a stack of books that needs to be shelved. I know that there will always be something here to do and simply take each thing in stride, trusting that there will be time for each. I want to enjoy and fully focus on each task, so doing it in a rush just to get it done will not produce much joy for me. Most important, I must recognize that my body has limits. I have worked past the point of exhaustion for a few days now and ultimately had to respect my limitations and give in to them.
That unsettled feeling just has to stay for awhile, and that is ok. I would much rather pause to draw chalk flowers on the driveway with my daughter or to watch the gorgeous birds flutter around in the backyard than get to that box. It’s a choice… it’s practically a different choice each minute, and I am really trying to make the most meaningful use of my resources while still accomplishing something every day.
Mazal Tov!!!! Totally agree that boxes can wait. My Grandma Sophia left me the legacy of stopping to smell the flowers. Enjoy all the changes. And the time.