Yet again my family is living out of suitcases. Once I’ve packed them, they become like delicate ecosystems with everything perfectly in its place. If I search for and remove one item, the suitcase requires an entire repack to get everything to fit again.
Hence we wear the same few outfits over and over and I don’t let the kids anywhere near the suitcases. If their little hands get a hold of my precious works of art, ultimate destruction will result.
How do I remain mindful and present amidst what seems like utter chaos? The four of us, the dog, six huge bags, the dog crate, and our carry on bags all crammed into one hotel room. It’s tough.
Chaos and order become relative terms whose definitions change related to place and space. Knowing where I’ve put everything becomes half the battle.
The packing lists the Army used to make us put on the outside of crates and duffles makes a whole lot more sense to me now. I probably should’ve done that. Yet it seems that even though this isn’t our first road show, we’re still operating on a last minute production.
I could be super organized, have a dozen checklists, and work to control every detail of the move. Yet, I have no desire to do that. I’m simply not concerned about being one hundred percent in control. I know total control is never possible and would stress me out anyway.
Things will get done. We do at least have one list. What I can control is my mindset. I choose to enjoy the present moment and the process of moving. I choose to delight in checking off one task and not worrying about the ten others still on the list. I choose to take frequent breaks and remind myself to eat, drink water, meditate, and exercise.
Worrying is a choice, a mindset choice that eventually leads to mental and physical stress. Remember that you have a choice to be mindful about your thoughts and your actions.
So, living out of a suitcase for the time being is just fine with me. Like everything else in life, this too will soon pass.