In the past, I have always been the one to procrastinate. Always. Just ask anyone in my family. I'm always the last one to wake up, the last one to go to sleep. The last one to arrive at places. I'm notorious in my family for being late. Every time we go out of town, I always pack the night before. I'm known to throw stuff in my suitcase and we're walking out the door.
I surprised even myself by wanting to pack in advance for the big move. Maybe it was because I knew I wouldn't have much time after getting back in town from taking Hellen to school. Or maybe it's because the last time I went out of the country, I had an awful experience with luggage. (See the previous blog, "Does life have a weight value?") Or maybe it's because I'm tired of always over-packing and forgetting things. Either way, I am packed and ready to move to Spain, a whole week early. My suitcases are right at 47 pounds each. All that's left is to do some last minute laundry when we get home from Massachusetts and pack my carry-on. I'm cringing at the thought of leaving all of my beloved shoes at home. I did manage to pack one pair of heels. Just one. Depressing. But the fact that I'm packed and ready to go so early, is so amazing....
This trip signals the beginning of the new me. Yes, this past year has been my best year in terms of growing, maturing, and learning to love myself. I am completely different than I was a year ago. The stress I dealt with from my former job is long gone and I was able to use all of my newly-freed time to get to know myself and others better. But I've also decided that I'm tired of always being late for things. Although I still agree with what Julie Andrews said in Princess Diaries 2, "A Queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early," I figured a Queen is never supposed to miss out on the fun. I mean, how are we supposed to experience life to the fullest if we are always running, trying to catch up to everyone else?
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