Things fall apart

I have been pretty self-satisfied in my first few posts. I am happily downsizing, sharing my stuff with charities, learning I can live in a smaller space, yada yada yada. But let's be honest, this is not easy and some things have started to fray at the edges a bit.

The hotel room is totally overheated so I keep thinking it is much warmer outside than it really is. The other day I sent my kid to school in a sweatshirt and then it snowed and sleeted. Whoops.

Everything is in strange places so my mom accidently picked up the wrong prescription medicine bottle and downed two pills that she was *not* supposed to take. That meant a hurried trip to the pharmacy, but luckily no stomach pumping required. Whoops.

Parker needed to do her math homework, but apparently I had mistakenly allowed the movers to pack her "HomeLinks" workbook. It is now on a truck to New Orleans. Had to write an explanatory note to her teacher. Whoops.

I have been determined to prove that my creative writing will not be deterred by cramped living quarters. I spent more than two hours on a column last night. I was writing in a web editor instead of a document program. Lost internet connection and somehow deleted the entire piece.  Had to start again from scratch.  Screamed, cried, and missed dinner while hunched over my laptop. Whoops.

Woke up, got dressed, went to bedside table, could not find wedding ring. ANYWHERE. Crawled around on the floor. Shook cat upside down. Finally found ring, in box, in a dark corner under the bed.  Whoops.

I am stepping back and giving myself permission to recognize that even though change is good, it is not always easy. Sometimes things fall apart. And that is ok too. Ashe.