This in not altogether an unfamiliar feeling; the list of tasks to be attended to, the piles of belongings I am required to weed through, the state of uncertainty, the anguish about leaving....and of course there is much more. I wonder how other people do it. Somehow, Eric and I do not face reality until we don't have a choice, and we always experience this mad rush to complete what has to be done. Our move from Salt Lake was disorganized and unplanned, we waited til far to late to prepare the house for rental when we went on sabbatical, and this time, we have again waited until almost too late, to prepare for our departure. So many other activities take precedence, and now that we have limited time and resources, we are scrambling to ready ourselves for our move.
I packed up six boxes of clothes last night, and this morning realized that most of what I packed I will never wear again, so today I planned to sieve through the boxes and separate what goes to charity, what goes to friends, and what absolutely has to stay. Instead, by this evening, the task felt too overwhelming, so I began on the piles of papers that cover every surface of my office. I have been remiss about billing and staying on top of the business side of my practice; Tara was visiting for a month, and I did not want to put business before her needs, so I let go of everything, and now I am trying to catch up. This is a daunting task, coloured by my discomfort about leaving my patients and my practice.
I love shredding unnecessary paper, in fact, I am thrilled when I hear the whir of the shredding machine, and especially when the piles diminish. Everything is electronic today, and there is little need for the bills I once collected for a potential IRS visit. And so I shred and I shred.
I find myself flitting from task to task, not quite completing any particular one. I am panicking about making progress, but I also know that the small amount I do each day will add up to something in the end. I found myself unable to fall asleep last night, with the whirling thoughts of what has to be done, and why am I not up all night to complete my tasks, and why am I in such a state. I feel too tired tonight to care, and ready to sleep again,
I packed up six boxes of clothes last night, and this morning realized that most of what I packed I will never wear again, so today I planned to sieve through the boxes and separate what goes to charity, what goes to friends, and what absolutely has to stay. Instead, by this evening, the task felt too overwhelming, so I began on the piles of papers that cover every surface of my office. I have been remiss about billing and staying on top of the business side of my practice; Tara was visiting for a month, and I did not want to put business before her needs, so I let go of everything, and now I am trying to catch up. This is a daunting task, coloured by my discomfort about leaving my patients and my practice.
I love shredding unnecessary paper, in fact, I am thrilled when I hear the whir of the shredding machine, and especially when the piles diminish. Everything is electronic today, and there is little need for the bills I once collected for a potential IRS visit. And so I shred and I shred.
I find myself flitting from task to task, not quite completing any particular one. I am panicking about making progress, but I also know that the small amount I do each day will add up to something in the end. I found myself unable to fall asleep last night, with the whirling thoughts of what has to be done, and why am I not up all night to complete my tasks, and why am I in such a state. I feel too tired tonight to care, and ready to sleep again,
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