I just moved and lets talk about how moving is one of the hardest things to cope with. 

We moved under good terms and honestly we had a lot of help and it pretty much went as smooth as you could expect it to go, and it was still a giant pain in the ass. And 33 days out, I’m still not done its ongoing. 

In a month we took this from this and this from this, and then put all of our life into cardboard and moved 30 minutes across town. Why? Because we needed to, where we were while lovely wasn’t working and we had to make the hard adult decision to walk away from where we thought we would be for 20 years, after just 3. But life changed we went from 2- 7 people in under 3 years, and everyone in this little pod has different needs and abilities and needs.

So now we are here and its so overwhelming still, its hard to cope with. So things I am doing to cope with more effectively are that I am talking to people about the overwhelm and the frustration I am feeling, and pretty much everyone has the same compassionate response to me which is that it just takes time, then they usually tell me about how long the boxes in their homes were still there and the consensus has been months to years. Their compassion has helped me be compassionate with myself but I remain impatient. I want it done, so I’ve had to remember to practice my distress tolerance regarding the very flexible timeline of getting this whole enchilada done. 

Part of my angst to get it done is I want it to feel good and calm and secure, and also I am exhausted and I have to get back to work. I’ve decided to put energy  into creating a serene place for myself a priority this week.  And finally called in the help of a professional organizer, I have high hopes for that and I will keep you posted. A lot of different tools in use, hoping to get out of my unorganized funk. Stay tuned to cope along with me.

P.S. Moving sucks, but we can consciously cope with it.