Or... are they the treasures within us, those extra pockets of emotional oxygen that we need to free dive deeply for. Those places that enable us to have the strength to surface, gasping at the blue skied, positive and joyous wonderland that exists beyond the fear?
Moving house, no matter how many times we go through the process is exhausting. It is so very easy to find yourself in true moronic modus operandi.
YOU need that bed of decompression to ease your very tired body, now muscle popplingly painful and to soothe the brow of those attempting to brain balance children, animals, cardboard boxes, a job, cooking, cleaning, household bills and budgets ... To be given a decompression token when you are moving house as a single parent is a like a Willy Wonka Golden Swim With The Dolphins Spa Ticket.
So my moving house experience, for the fourth time in three years has very generously brought me to this slightly scary realization. That no matter how canny and good at this moving malarkey I think I am, there is a whole load of energy being poured into house moving that leaves you humanly on every level so very tired.
However, and here is the great stuff - you may be weary, but the unexpected triumphant feelings that surface as a single parent through these times in your extraordinary life are the strength rosettes you will carry with you always.
Geographic relocation with children especially, becomes an exercise in diplomacy of extraordinary proportions. With this moving thing, no matter how good or how used to it they are, it brings out their fear monkeys who 'don't throw anything away because it is going to get scary and it is all going to CHANGE'.
Children don't like losing their treasures. Well of course they don't, none of us want to lose our treasures... however, when moving to a smaller, cosier home our little family start remembering that it is the love we have for each other which is our treasure and really the only padding we need and the extra hugs that bind loving words.
It is good to remember that moving from your old life to the new is an opportunity to release all that was and embrace, no matter how dog tired you are, the experience of letting go. I look around my house at the endless, literally endless boxes that pile high on every surface creating a skyline worthy of a Middle Eastern new city and I just want to pick them up, blind to the contents and then carry them straight into a charity shop.
I have my head monkeys sat rather seriously around a bunch of dive tanks debating the need for the weight belts of stuff in our lives and the process of letting go. Positive thoughts...are ... do we release as much of the 'old' as humanly possible to allow the 'new' to enter in? Or do we keep and store our beautiful treasures in the sure and positive belief that this is merely a temporary situation and the future is so abundant that we will need lots of treasures to fill our new and bigger home?
And then there is the important point of do we really want to take all our 'stuff'
that made up our family homes before into our new one? Does not the experience of release and moving on send the old stuff packing and welcome a different, lighter place filled with laughter, love and a very much treasured opportunity of the new?
Love Natasha x