is building, building, building.
Still packing, still moving… It’s amazing how much stuff we’ve gathered since we moved in 7 years ago. I think back to the days of being a young college student, when packing and moving took less than two days… when all of my belongings (including furniture) fit in the bed of my then-boyfriend’s (now husband’s) truck.
Now we’re getting to the point where there’s no time to pare down, to sort, to throw out… Everything gets boxed up, everything has to go… get it out quick. Just 3 moving days left.
I got up to practice this morning, but when I realized that Tay was already up, dressed, and in the midst of a mini-meltdown, I put the yoga aside and instead filled a few more boxes. Another week of sacrifice. Tonight I’ll take 10 to 15 minutes for mantra and meditation. My mind craves the quiet stillness.
I look ahead to next week… when I’ll unroll my Manduka out on my new bamboo floor in my new yoga room… it can’t come soon enough.