My friend and I have this joke about how she is always trying to turnover a new leaf. During college this was her mantra every quarter. This would be the quarter she would study or work out or whatever was on her mind at the moment. Usually, this would last a couple weeks and then life would pull her back into her old ways. When returning from this trip I was scared that I wouldn’t apply all the lessons that I had learned and that I would revert back to my old ways.
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I have to admit that my old nature was pressing to get out. Many of you know that I have decided to not move back into my beach house because I want to be flexible for wherever this next stage of life takes me. In this transition I had to lean upon my friends, while I was gone to move my furniture out of my house. Being a planner and organizer, it was very difficult to be across the country and only be able to give minimal direction. Thankfully, my friends were able to understand my piecemeal instructions and were able to move my stuff into a storage unit.
Upon my return, I knew I was going to have to move the rest of my boxes from the garage to another storage unit(I know 2 storage units…but I am a designer, so I have lots of stuff and they are small storage units). Not wanting to impose again on my dear friends, I was determined that I was going to do this on my own(old nature popping it’s ugly head). Well, that was not in the cards.
Unbeknownst to me, my old house was under construction. Normally, this would be no big deal but when I went into my garage I discovered that all my neatly organized and stacked boxes were covered with construction debris and were blocked by tools. Not in my plans and was going to make my solo move a little impossible. When discussing my need to have a path to my boxes with the construction crew, one of them must have noticed my hidden desperation and did the unthinkable…he offered to help move me. Now bribery is usually involved with even getting blood relatives to move you and this man was making the offer with no expectation of anything in return. My old nature would be to act self-sufficient and decline the offer because there would be no way I could repay this gift but after spending 3 months of having to depend on others, I humbly accepted the offer. Big step for me.
Now the you might think the craziest part of this story is that a stranger would offer to help me move but it does get a little more bazar. Being my normal inquisitive person, I found out that he was from the pacific northwest. Well always wanting to plug my home town of Leavenworth, WA, I asked him if he had ever visited there. Not only had his visited there but his cousin owned the store I worked at durning high school but my mom also worked with his cousin. Talk about 6 degrees of separation.
During my recent journey, I have been constantly surprised how inner connected we all are. I guess this shouldn’t have been so shocking to me but it just reiterated to me that people are only strangers until you start talking to them. My goal is to try and keep this mindset while I enter into my “normal” life. In my sadness about leaving my beach house, my mover and friend, Joseph, reminded me, I am moving on to bigger and better things. Hopefully, while I am moving into this new stage I can also take my new lessons.
Thanks to all my friends who moved me, painted my room and packed up my stuff. I have no way to repay you other than my deep gratitude and the promise that I will be there at your next move. Love you all!
