Coffee FAIL

It's been crazy here.  We are literally sorting through every room, closet, shelf, drawer in the house... to decide what comes with us to NYC, what goes to storage, and what gets tossed (given to goodwill or trashed).  It's AHmazing how much stuff we are getting rid of.  Actually, it's a little embarrassing.

We.  Could.  Be.  Hoarders.

We.  Probably.  Are.  Hoarders.


Okay, so not really, but going through all this crap certainly makes me feel like one.  I mean, from our office-- we had four, 13-gallon trash bags FULL of shredded files, receipts, old bills, etc, etc.  Four trash bags.  FOUR.


Anyway.  So when I have more time, I will post some before and after pictures of the house.  I'll also post some in-progress pictures from the move (aka, chaos in motion).

But for now... I'll just post some lovely pictures from this morning.

"You know you're stretched thin when..."

You get up this morning.

Decide to make coffee.

Pour in the water.

Put in the filter.

Dump in a couple scoops of coffee.

Then look in the filter...

and it's empty.

What the.....?

Where'd my coffee go??

o.m.g.

i dumped it in the back with the water.  

gold star for me.

and it's only the morning.

#FAIL

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How to Lose a House in 10 Days

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So we have 10 days till the movers come.

TEN.

And we have a bah-zillion things to do.


I keep telling myself, that even if everything doesn't get done,

... we will still move,

... we will still get to new york city,

... we will still be together,

... and most importantly,

.... we won't die.




Now if only there will come a day when my to-do list  LOOKS LIKE THIS:

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Ahhhhhhhhhhh.  Liberating, isn't it.

Courage.

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...it's like a journal, she said.  a journal to share.  

But what if people don't like what I write?

who cares?  most people who read it will probably be genuinely interested in your life, what you're doing, and what you have to say.  

What if they criticize me?  What if they make fun of me?  What if they read it and say horrible things about me.

really?  what are you.  15?

Come on.  I'm serious.  You know I take things personally.  

ok.  fine.  you have NOTHING worthy to share.  your friends and family are not at all interested in your life, what you are doing, where you are going, your thoughts, your feelings, or anything that is inspiring to you.  they would rather you be a MYSTERY. 

But I kind-of LIKE being a mystery.  It's easier.  It's safer.  It's comfortable.

is that really your philosophy?  

Yep.

what is it that you don't want people to know?

It's not everybody.  It's just some people.  You know... the gossipers.  The whisperers.  The rain-on-your-parade-ers.  The "o.m.g..... did you SEE what J wrote on her ba-LOG?"   Ickkh.  I don't want that.  I DON'T.  Don't tell me not to live (just sit and putter)....

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you already have that.  those people are already saying those things.  there are always people with clouds who will rain down on you.  they've been there since the beginning and there will be more of them till the end.  don't let the good people miss out on the fun because some people are being shitty.

Ohhh thanks.  Thanks a lot.  Now it has started.  Thanks-to-you-with-the-cussing.  I can hear them now... "um, that was rea-lly inappropriate.  She didn't have to write that.  She could have just written the word 'crappy' instead.  I thought she was better than that."

well, that's unfortunate. 

Wait... unfortunate for who?  For the crappy people or the people who are judging me for cussing in my blog?

either one.  

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Okay.  Can we move on?

sure.

So... back to my philosophy.  Is that what it comes down to?  I'm starting (or not starting) a blog because of my philosophy on life??

how do you feel about that?

I feel,...  I feel a therapy session coming on.

and...?

And since I've been in therapy before (AHH! JUDGEMENT!!)... and had a very positive experience with counseling and the evolution of the results,...  I think I'm okay with that.

okay with what?

Okay with having a little courage.  Courage to write.  Courage to share.  To (hopefully) ignoring the critical voices in my head.

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hmm.  courage.  what does that mean to you?

It sounds heroic.  Monumental.  Like something out of my reach.  Like something I could only do with the highest of intentions and purest of heart.  But then... then I think of Brene Brown, and her phrase, "ordinary courage."

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And I think about my sisters.  And my C.  And my mom.  And my bff.  And my aunt K.  And my Hawaii soulmate.

And suddenly,... this conversation is no longer about my stupid insecurities about blogging.

It's about courage.


And a first step.

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