Hello world!

Month One – May 2012

Though my thoughts will mainly pertain to moving, I will also cover everyday topics – considering that my ‘other stuff’ affects my moving. Once or twice a month, I will ramble on about what ails me. If you are thinking ‘why should I care?’ let me answer that for you now.

We all go through trials in life. How we all deal with these things is unique. Knowing that we aren’t alone in our sufferings can be comforting to some. Others might just find some humor in it. What I wish to accomplish is to share my story, in the hopes of helping some to see that anything can be overcome. As life beats down on us, we get weary. But, if we keep trying to achieve our goals, we can make things happen.

So, I also want you to share. I welcome comments and thoughts. Even if you have a long anecdote to share, feel free. Let us keep in mind that I will not accept any profanity. We all have our limits; that is one of mine.

So, me and my moving? Yes, I’ve moved a few times. Okay. Maybe it was more than just a few. How about you? I find that moving keeps me sane. Sounds crazy, huh?

Well, I’ve recently moved again, and it’s only temporary. So, in between the packing, unpacking and settling in, I’m also looking for my next place. And, as I sit down to start this blog; I realize that I’m not ready to share.

I want to scream. I want to hide. I want to move on with my life. I want my relationship with my son to be better. I want the man that I love to love me back. I want someone to pay me to do a job that I love. I want to lose weight and be healthy. I want to move on.

Moving on means something different to everyone. For me, it doesn’t have to mean that I’m doing something different from what I currently am; it just means that I want to feel more fulfilled. The other day, I turned 43. Sometimes, I feel that is old. Other times, I feel I have many years before me. Today, I feel I’ve disappointed my deceased mom.

If she can see me, is she shaking her head in despair? Or, is she saying ‘that’s my daughter?’ I wish I knew. Then I could sleep better. I also wish I knew exactly how many days I have left on this earth. That way, I could plan better. I’m a planner. How can I move on if I don’t know how long I have?

I guess I have to plan without knowing the timeframe, since my answer will be too late.

So, back to moving. How many times have you moved? Were all your moves in the same town, state? Why have you moved? Do you always have help? Do you have to pay your help? Can you pay your help to help me? Did I go too far? Sorry, I had to try.

With all the work that you have to put into moving, I sometimes want to just throw all my things out. Or maybe I could just get one of those big trash dumpsters put in the driveway. I could dump all my things in it and burn it all. Pack my bag. Grab my laptop. Get in the car and drive off. Sounds easy enough, right?

I’m feeling overwhelmed. Maybe I need one of those life coaches. But, if they aren’t free, I guess I’m out of luck.

No cash. No savings. No help. Yet, somehow I have to move again.

5 comments on “Hello world!

  1. Coming soon to a store near you: A book length tale of ‘How I Got My Move On’ – and on.

  2. Hey Melissa,
    I moved 10 times in seven years! Moving sux and that’s all I have to say about that. I hope you will share your joys with us as well as your sufferings. When you get settled in, shoot an email my way with your new address.

  3. Kathy Coolis says:

    Lady, I just want to tell you how much I appreciate all your help and your insight. I have learned so much from your experiences. Thank you so much!

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