Here I am at work. I have been on vacation for the past 2 weeks. I took the time off so that I could move my daughter to Austin TX. She has a new job there.
Her move seemed to go off pretty smoothly. She is in an apartment and it is very nice. Very close to her work.
What I noticed for myself in this adventure is that while in Austin I felt very much at peace with the world. There was no worry about getting home or missing things. I slept on a single blowup mattress and I was totally happy.
What is this telling me? Have I been living a lie? Is it time for me to move on, if so from what?
My daughter pretty much just grabbed her clothes and moved. She had a house that she left and is renting to my son. she only took 3 pieces of furniture. She is making a clean start.
I look at my life and see that I am controlled by stuff. I work so I can have stuff. So I can have a place to keep stuff. Most of the stuff I never use and I just have to dust it.
I have suffered for a long time with back pain that became worse after my cancer surgery. While in Austin I still hurt but it was not as bad as it is at home. I know it could be the weather and the altitude and such or it could be that the pressure of ‘STUFF’ is causing it to hurt more.
What is running through my mind is, would I be happier if I just took my clothes and moved not taking my stuff and just starting over, kind of a Ralph Waldo Emerson sort of thing. Well, I am a child of the 60’s and a Hippie at heart.
But I gave my word to be with Nancy, my soul mate, and she needs to be a part of whatever I do or decide.
I am not in control. My higher power is.
Thy will not mine be done.
