How many times can you really - start over - before it becomes just a cliche that doesn't mean anything. Hmm...
Well, I say you can start over as many times as you 'start over'. Now the trick to that is to actually - start over. Not just pick up in a new stop but actually pull out your life's play book, rip out the current page that you're on, crumple it up and toss it. NOW - whew - I'm starting over... one mo gin.
... I mean, seriously folks, I don't even have a bed anymore. Okay, so I did keep my blendtec but come on now... it's a blendtec - I'm NOT tossing that... oh or my Kitchenaide stand mixer... no ... no way.
BUT, yeah...
I'm known by my family as a gypsy and so therefore it's expected that I physically MOVE around often - but over the years I have tired of this activity - mostly because my kids grew up and I got divorced and well - I couldn't afford movers to keep moving all my stuff! So I looked around my dinky Oregon apartment and said, I'm ready to go back home. I need to be by my mother and well ... yeah I need to go home. So I did. I packed up in February 2012 and moved back to ... no.. no Beverly... no even Berkeley but to Hayward California.
As a kid I always loved that area and so moving there was, at first, a wonderful little surprise of goodness. Then... long story short... I was abruptly reminded as to why I moved away from California back in 2002... OH yeah! I'm allergic to California! Ugh! Grr! Yeah oh man (slapping my forehead as if I forget my V-8) That's why I left... grrrr...
... SO I found this out in 2015 when I was hit with another deadly SUN incident and it's taken me all this time to recover enough to move forward. I just didn't spring back as well as I did back in 2002.. go figure.
So with what's left of my health and piece of mine and PEACE of mine, I'm heading back up to the Pacific North West... where apparently the only thing I'm allergic to are the Cotton Wood trees of which there aren't many.
... I had to change my job, well get a new one up there, an apartment - which I had thought I was going to retire - and most of all -- get rid of all my stuff because I had no one really to help me move. I mean yes I found a couple of loving folks to help me pack a truck but those days of moving in 2 hours is over... this is like... a BIGGO deal!
...amidst it all, I can't have stress in my life. How is THAT supposed to happen. Yeah, my stuff had to go! I had to cut that 26 foot truck down to a 15 footer. I had to close my eyes and open up my storage and say... come and get it!
I feel lighter now, happier now and frankly until I reach for something and it's not there, I'm SURE I won't miss most of that stuff. And if I miss something I will just have to get it again... start over -brand spankin' new.
... yeah it's kind of exciting I have to admit and the little gypsy in there is flapping her arms through the butterfly trees inside me.
So maybe I'll blog more! Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll become a crafting queen! HA... I don't know, but I do know that starting over means that this go round I need to do something I haven't done before and that's really lighting a creative fire in me.
... I'll let know you who I become.
MORE LATER....
