So I marched at a slower than preferred pace for basically the entire day. I did make some useful progress so it wasn't a total waste but I'm sure I could be much further along. What does this mean I am feeling about the whole experience?
I think the vagueness and lack of clarity about my next steps might be starting to become a bit of an emotionally weighty force. I wouldn't label any of it as specifically negative or adverse but there is an actual weight I think I am feeling now. I expect some of it will lighten once I am fully out of the bedroom and also when I get some of the larger elements into my storage unit but I am sure I can definitely find relief once I have a solid plan for where I will end up next.
In some ways this is the same challenge I faced after Pops passed and we decided to sell the house. Finding Chad's house as a temporary reprieve only delayed things and now I am facing it once again. I will be making some tough decisions over the next couple of weeks for sure.
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