Out with a bang has sort of turned into a something closer to a loud pop; certainly louder than a snap and somewhat lower than an explosion. A variety of events, decisions, emotions et. al. have shifted plans slightly. Boring would not come to mind to describe the last 12 days. A few bike ride conflicts, a little unexpected time with the car in the shop, some self-imposed self-destructive behavior, some final good-byes, several missed good-byes, and the normal emotional roller coaster of moving have rendered my mind and body a complete wreck. Who knew a week of unemployment could be so busy!
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Having moved several times over the last 25 years all this should be second nature; difference this time attributed to several deep relationships, more and deeper than any other place I’ve lived, as well as to my significant life-role change. According to one stressor-scale I am currently at risk of developing illness (score over 300). Knock out a few of the short-term, temporary triggers and all will be fine. My trick has been to simply create a vision 60-90 days ahead; keeping one eye on that spot and the other on churning through the daily activities needed to get there. Doesn’t change the immediate term hurdles and hiccups yet it provides a peek out the window into the horizon. My current window is pretty foggy; the upside is that fog is only temporary. It eventually clears to reveal what’s on the other side.
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