I refuse to become Martin Burney in Sleeping with the Enemy!

I am totally like the guy from “Sleeping with the Enemy” these days. Well, minus the violent outbursts (except for one incident I had with a curiously skinny coffee table). I definitely feel like I’ve been a bit of a dragon lady though and it’s kind of funny realizing it in hindsight post martinis and a copious amount of delicious sleep. Who knew some drinks and hours and hours of shut-eye would give me this new found perspective.

The thing is, I’m moving again and I suppose I’ve just moved so much in my life that I’ve reached a point where I don’t want to move anymore. Consequently, I think I’ve been resisting it by trying to keep my home far too orderly and livable than is possible when you’re in the throws of moving. At least, not unless you want to be thought of as “Sleeping with the Enemy” guy.

I’ve grumbled so much throughout this move, I’m reminded of my old dog Chico. He was a black and white feisty little Shitzu who would growl every time I tried to pick him up after he was in his relaxation position of choice. He’d invested so much energy turning in circles to find that very ideal place to chill that when I’d try and move him…well often he’d bite me (in fact, he’d bite me so hard he’d draw blood. He was a real biter that Chico. Stupid mean f#$#ing vampire dog. I loved him so much.).

Anyhow, I got to thinking how important it is to just let go and stop indulging in the illusion of control. Accept that things are destabilized. Enjoy losing your balance. Those are my new mantras. I think I didn’t want to admit to myself that I minded having my environment be disturbed. I ADMIT IT.

It’s like someone said to me the other day, it’s not that moving is so terrible, it just disturbs all the little things we take for granted. For example, we sold our fridge and stove a couple of weeks ago and I said “so what?! We’ll eat lots of sandwiches and it’ll feel like an adventure!” It seems like that plan did not go over as well as one would think and I’ve been eating at Aux Vivres so much I may as well be a partner. That’s right, work and eat it all away on over priced yet somehow ridiculously delicious salads.

Suffice it to say, I see the error of my ways. I’ve planned a pic nic that won’t brake the bank with my dear friend, Ms Briga, and we will bask in the light of the sun over food and a possible swim. Life is good and I should be thankful.