Sometimes the unexpected, has a way of not just unfoiling your plans, and totally messing with your mind......
Today was Day 3 of the move and one of the hardest mentally. Honestly I never thought "moving" itself would be so stressful. But yeah no U-hauls, no moving people, equals seriously suck man! I think the culmination of driving the same route in the same van, moving random items, and possibly useless things that you never have used in your life kind of gets to you. But I guess that's how things work. Not to mention that all possibilities of comfort is currently out the door. The sad part is that my brother's on missions which is cool, yet I'm sort of bitter because he gets to travel and I get to move boxes, he gets to see ancient cities, and I get to see ancient antiques, he gets to sweat in Rome, and I smell like don go mok and have like 2 pairs of boxers before i go empty!!! HELP!! and on top of that I find myself not "taking back my life", I kind of feel like deer in the headlights about to get rocked by a 18 wheel semi. Oh how I'm making this more dramatic as it is, haha yes, but then again you blog whores love this stuff right!?
Anywho, I guess I get to fight another day, Survival is the goal of this week, less fighting, more doing, and hopefully in some weird sort of way I'll learn something on the way.
Thank You Dave Shelton! Your PICTURE ROCKS!
-Danny
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