Pack, pack, and pack some more. While packing and doing more packing, I have to sort out like 100 other things at the moment. When did life get so hectic and complicated? I’ve got physical therapy, I’ve got regular work and then I have work work. On top of which, I’ve offered to help about four other people with certain aspects of personal challenges.

I’m trying to help my sister, for instance, change jobs and move out to California. This entails, resume editing, job searches and just general encouragement. It’s not hard to do any of that. And I can. And I want to. She’s my sister. That’s the easiest of all those other challenges. On top of all that I keep trying to remain healthy. I exercise and exercise some more.

By 9pm I want to zombie out. Just stare into nothingness and not think. So much can change so quickly. I’ve been experiencing psychological whiplash for weeks now.

Speaking of whiplash, just as I was entering the crosswalk, a car accident happened a few feet from me. I saw it as if it were all in slow motion. It was a very eerie experience. I saw one car stop short, another not notice and crash into the other. The second driver was in shock. His face hit the air bags really hard. I looked around wondering if I was needed. I stood there in slight shock. Everything turned out ok. But for one second there, I thought about how there is such fragility of life all around us.
After leaving my friend’s hospital bedside, I was feeling a bit sad wondering what that path would look like.  I went back home and worked on plans and timelines for a hundred different tasks.  Then, I had to pinch myself. My house move was going to happen. It was ok. My son’s birthday would be joyous. This big upcoming work event would turn out well. I just need a few hours to get my speech ready. I know I can speak with passion and facts. Whew. Breathe. But back to my house. It doesn’t have to be perfect on day one.  It doesn’t even have to be pretty. The love in the house will help it grow and become our home.

As such, I looked down the hallway of our current apartment building and fondly remembered my son running like a happy go lucky boy. Wherever, we are, we are a family and that’s happiness.