You know when you get a point where you could either laugh or cry? Well I was at that point yesterday. As crying will give me panda eyes, I think I will just have to laugh.
I love this quote which I heard years ago – I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several attack me at once. No matter how organised or controlled you get, and no matter how many lists you make, sometimes thing get simply overwhelming.
For me it is a combination of finishing up a job that has been a huge part of my life for two and half years, packing up my home, trying to find a new home, and of course saying goodbye to my friends in Westport and to the town itself, a really special town that deserves the title of the best place to live in Ireland.
I know I am not going far, but it is still quite a thing. Twenty plus boxes packed (so far …), and I am tripping over the empty boxes in the hall. My lists are out of control as I remember something else and dash to add it to the list only to find out that I have packed the kitchen pens.
The paintbrushes and paint are packed but not the gleaming white canvasses which are sending out a siren call for colour.
The bedroom looks like a clothes cannon has gone off as I pack into piles. One for the charity shop, one for my London holiday, one for the new job. And I must remember to leave out clothes to wear for the next few days.
My work desk is still chaotic, but it tidier than it was a week ago and the drawers are empty so that is good. Imagine by tomorrow, this desk will be clear of clutter and awaiting a new owner.
Daft.ie and Rent.ie are my new go to places for web news. House hunting is fun – for some people, but not for me!
Now, I realise that this post is not a how to, or motivational, or particularly positive. That is because some days you just have to accept that several days are attacking you at once.
Thanks for reading and feel free to share the quote with others that are being attacked. I think it happens to all of us.