“Chaos in the midst of chaos isn’t funny, but chaos in the midst of order is.”
~Steve Martin
Let me tell you, becoming disabled is one big lesson in giving up control. I haven’t quite gotten it, but I’m getting better.
Silly me, I envisioned my pictures frames in the box of picture frames and the nightlight together with my lamp and stereo in a box marked “electronics.” (This is the freaky part of being a control freak.)
But when you don’t pack or unpack the boxes, and can’t even write the word electronics, you’re at the mercy of someone else’s organizational skills. And seriously, why should I care? I’m trying hard not to.
So while last week was about embracing my rolls, this week I’m embracing the chaos. Let the silverware get thrown in with my old albums from college. I’m throwing caution to the wind. It will all get there anyway. And really, I’m lucky to have friends offering to help. I’m taking a deep breath and trying to let go. C’mon June.
April 14, 2013 at 7:48 am
I feel your pain. When we moved, I spent half the day at the doctor with Peter. It took two months to find the kids’ thermometer–it was with Peter’s toys. And our panini press was with the framed pictures from the dining room. I have to be grateful, however, that we had so many people willing to help, or we would probably still be packing.
April 14, 2013 at 9:39 am
Panini press with the pictures… 🙂
April 14, 2013 at 10:17 am
Amy, thanks for putting an ordinary event into effective, beautiful words.
Wishing you lots of good memories at your new digs.
April 14, 2013 at 9:08 pm
Chaos isn’t always a bad thing. Thing of each box as a treasure chest and opening them an adventure! Hugs
April 16, 2013 at 2:10 pm
You’re finally moving! I can’t wait to hear all about the new place.