Today, I'm packing for our ten day trip tomorrow to visit grown children and grandchildren living two thousand miles away. I'm excited, thrilled, eager - can't wait! Except I still have to pack. The one part of traveling I do not like.
Don't know why it is so hard for me. Thinking through, organizing, I can do. Being prepared for any contingency - maybe that's where I fall off the wagon. I might need a sweater a sweatshirt and a coat and a hat and a scarf and gloves although it is supposed to be in the 70's so I might need capris and t-shirts and a baseball cap and sandals but I shouldn't need boots but what if it does snow or rains and what if I forget something and what if I can't fit it all in my suitcase?? Then, there is the briefcase (or maybe I should bring a backpack this time instead or my really big tote bag) and the books and papers and notebooks and pens and more books in case I have more time to read or get stuck in an airport and notes of what I plan on writing as I get a chance and the postcards I will mail home every day??? Are you as out of breath and dizzy as I am? Makes me feel like I'm really nuts. The sanity side of me is just a fake after all. Yikes!
Deep breath. Prioritize. What will I absolutely need? After all, we'll be with family who have well-supplied homes and stores nearby if I forget something desperate. Why do I go into this panic mode when I pack?
Simplicity, editing, thinning out, trust, paying attention to the details, contentment, gratitude, strength for today, enjoying the journey. These are the words to my theme song, not all the "stuff" of life. Not all the "stuff" that is draining my energy.