I am living in an ecstatic bubble state. Sometimes tears start to roll from my eyes as a result of the pure bliss I find myself in. I hear someone thinking as they read this, “What happens when the bubble pops?” The bubble doesn’t pop, it may deflate a bit and then super extend it self sometimes, but it is my bubble. It follows me around because I choose it, so it then it turn chooses me.
Do you want to know what my bubble looks like?
-scavenging for boxes to pack my belongings
-packing up everything I own, two weeks prior to moving, to get a real sense of how much I am moving
-piling boxes up together to see how much room they take up, to see how big of a vehicle will transport items, and how large of I storage unit I will want.
-moving boxes and furniture around to take photos of my items to sell on craigslist
-re-moving all packed boxes into closet and furniture back to its natural habitat in my home
-scavenging through boxes to A)get dressed B) use kitchen appliances…etc. (I packed it all)
-constant online searching for cheap NYC storage unit and cargo van rentals
-constant correspondence via phone and email to possible craigslist buyers and shipping options for moving my belongings
-constant checking of the mail and my paypal account waiting for moneys to arrive to pay rent and bills
-using up all random food items that I have acquired before I move, which includes lots of soaking, milking, dehdrating, food processing, and cleaning up of my own messes
-corresponding via email and phone 25+ times a day with my web designer, tweaking things to a happy medium of me being in love with my site before I launch it (I have a bajiliion ideas…and like to see things visually before I approve)
-editing, prepping, and adding content to my website
-random bouts of yoga spurts and jog/walking remembering to take care of myself when I have xyzabc1234…. going on.
-giving myself an hour of laying on the beach reading Chelsea Handler’s newest book and soaking up the sun each day.
-waiting outside to open the garage for people at the times the say that they will arrive to pick things up….sometimes they are an hour late.
That is just some of what is happening in my ecstatic bubble of bliss….So you see, my bubble does not just consist of eating raw chocolate and sitting on the beach (although those are included). Last night, when someone was an hour late to come pick up my bedframe, did I get angry? Nope. I took the time to clear out old emails on my phone and clean up my contact list. I watched neighbors walking their dogs. I did malasana pose (deep squat). I even thought how funny it would be if they didn’t show up and I had already moved the heavy bedframe out of my apartment into the hallway by myself.
I mean it was and is all my choice. I am the one that chose to go outside and wait for them to arrive at the time they were supposed to be there. I am the one that chose to push my bedframe outside. It is my choice to be moving. It is my choice to be creating a website.
