Beginnings and Birthdays
The alarm went off and my confused hand felt around for the snooze button. The alarm chimed a second time and the realization hit me that I didn’t have an office to go to anymore. It was Monday and I didn’t have to be at work. Or, the 11:30am sales meeting. Ever again! I turned off the alarm and slept in for the first work day in a really long time.
I felt like I was playing hookie all day. This slower-paced existence is going to take some getting used to, but I look forward to finding my groove. After all, the wheels are in motion. I’ll be in Italy in 17 days.
My organized, packing-pro-of-a-mother came over and helped me knock out the bulk of the sorting, wrapping and packing today. I purged and donated most of my things a year and a half ago when I downsized into the condo, but I’m pretty sure my stuff made babies under the bed and in the cabinets since I’ve been here. I can’t imagine having more shit than I do right now. I’m purging more. The king-size bed’s being gifted to a stranger I met in a bar a month or so ago. He’s funny and chipper even though he’s been sleeping on a cot for months. (Note: This is after his queen size blow up mattress sprung a leak.) That’s pretty impressive if you ask me. I’d be a raging bitch if I slept on a cot every night so I think he deserves a big boy bed. And I’m freed of one more possession. Win-win.
Today’s also my best friend’s birthday. I’m sorry I didn’t get to do anything special for you today, Shanda. I love you very much and I promise you were on my mind. And, I have a present for you…
