July 20, 2010
Yardstick, ME Newsletter, Vol. 3, Issue 29
I wanted to do it all at once, and have it all done.
Neither one of those things happened on the first scheduled moving day, or the second.
In the very last load of belongings, I transported three yardsticks - one each: wood, metal and plastic. I had already giving away quite a few, uncertain why I had so many to begin with.
I’m tempted to judge myself harshly according to the plans I mapped out. The yardstick I am holding myself up against measures my own impatience with transition. I am annoyed that my plans are no longer accurate because I have more space than I imagined for furniture and less space than I imagined for storage. Yes, I measured, and re-measured, and even had help measuring.
It’s my imaginative spatial judgment that’s lacking, not the figures. Designed by generalization; frustrated by reality. Torn between seizing the day or systematically destroying my boxed-in numerically labeled mess, I take the first option and concede a new yardstick is order.
Recognizing that longer-for-the-moment daylight hours and an amusingly short Green Wave commute will help move the settling process along on rainy days, I am busy enjoying seasonal amenities like sunshine and a pool at the moment. Maybe by Labor Day, I will be box-less, and ready for routine.
Maybe then, I’ll pull out that expectation yardstick again, and measure my successes.
Followed, most likely, by measuring up new challenges…
Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and your plans will succeed. Isaiah 30:18
In this issue: Setting Expectations, Mental & Physical Expectations, Yardsticks, and Green Wave.
Now posted: New Orleans, October 2009, Trippy
Posted by jaselin at July 20, 2010 09:09 AM