Moving Day, Literally and Figuratively

“It’s a wise man who understands that every day is a new beginning, because boy, how many mistakes do you make in a day? I don’t know about you, but I make plenty. You can’t turn the clock back, so you have to look ahead.” -Mel Gibson

It’s no secret… I am moving. SURPRISE! At least to anyone that doesn’t keep up with my chaotic (at best) life. So… Moving day is fast approaching, and it’s time to do what anyone else would do at this point; go through all of my belongings and give away/throw away anything that I don’t need anymore. This is a double-edged sword, of course. On one side, I am getting rid of unneeded or unused items to make room in the moving truck and lower the weight of my move. On the other side, I have to go through some boxes that I haven’t touched since my divorce.

At this point, some of you are just thinking to yourselves, “For the love of god, Don… grow up and deal with this already!”… and I am. At least I’m trying to. It goes without saying that it’s not easy to move forward when your mind is stuck on things that will never be answered. That really sticks with me on a day-to-day basis, especially when it comes to me wanting to get into better shape that I currently am. I can make leaps and strides, just to have it railroaded by a week of self-doubt and loathing that I can’t control. Luckily, I have family and friends to fall back on for these moments, but I am also not one to burden my pain onto others if I can avoid it!

That being said… I just survived the toxic gas leak in my home. It was absolutely atrocious and caustic, probably took the paint off of the walls in some places, but I was able to find the source and deal with it. Her name is Lily, and she is a boxer… and yes, her farts will murder small children.

This move is necessary, and I know that there are some really good things coming my way that will make my pain worthwhile in the long run. It’s just getting there and having to go back to open some of these old wounds is a bit daunting at times and I have found that no amount of whiskey or talking can prepare or save you from it. You just have to put your big boy (or girl) pants on and deal with it as it comes… the whiskey is for internal disinfectant! I have one other writing that I will be posting during my travels back across country, but I will also be finding a good place to finally depart with my wedding rings (yes, I have 2 of them… one was active wear and the other was metal) in the best and least ceremonious way possible. Comments and suggestions are welcome in this regard, but I won’t be tossing them into a volcano like a Hobbit!

Feel free to follow me on Facebook through my fitness and health group, where like-minded people are there to give each other motivation and support, even during difficult/trying times in their lives!



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