Yesterday, three young men arrived and rapidly carried all our posessions to a U-Haul truck, left, and just as rapidly unloaded them into a storage unit. It was tough to see it go–our comfy furniture, knickknacks I’ve accumulated from all over the world, boxes of clothes I haven’t worn consistently in years, things I bought that I just knew I needed but haven’t used but once or twice.
Now there is an empty, echoing house. Beside it is our small trailer–and I do mean small! I’m fighting off panic–have we done the right thing? Can I have a do-over? (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted that chance in my life!)
But no … there is no go-back on this one.
I’ll adjust. I know I don’t do it well, so I need to be gentle with myself. Fortunately, my husband knows me as well, so he isn’t too wigged out by my gargantuan mood swings.
So I keep going forward. Editing and formatting for some of my clients, business coaching for others, and in between I write and market. Only my office has changed.
P.S. Did you know my book of short stories is free on Amazon for the next few days?