Waves

I ran myself into the ground over the weekend trying to finish everything. The word we got from the agency on Friday was "don't buy any tickets yet but pack your bags". Sweet! That really cranked the pressure up a notch. Holy shit I have to finish all of these half finished projects! See friends/family, have some Joe/Hil quality time, finish hanging the glass door, meet with John who is watching our cat and apartment while we're away, etc, etc, etc. Then Monday we wait to hear from the agency about this impending travel date, checking email every 5 minutes. Finally Hilary just calls and hears " oh, it should be early March" AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I know I've stated here before that I won't get excited until I'm on the plane but I couldn't help it after that last email on Friday. So I had to slow down and chill and breathe and now I'm sick. I've got a cold. No wonder I suppose. Well, I have time to fully recover now. I guess I have to realize that there will always be a list of stuff to get done. I also know it's important to enjoy things in the moment. There is such a big event on the immediate horizon that sometimes it feels like a tidal wave approaching. I can see the shadow growing and extending past me. If only I could run fast enough I could get in front of it and be prepared for its land fall. Really what I need to do is be still and close my eyes and let the water come over me and do what it will. -And try not to project what I'll see when I reopen my eyes.