A wonderful friend of mine sent me this picture this past week. It made me laugh at the time, and it still does. As much as I love and adore trees and all they do, I am glad I am not a tree. I'm far, far too restless to be a tree.
I love my life. I love my hilarious, quirky, brilliant, insane, warm, thoughtful, talented family (including David's amazing Kelsey), and I really am dreading being far away from them. At the same time, I know that who I am right now is not going to serve anyone at all. I am becoming stagnant here. If I were a tree, I would be flourishing, but sadly, I am not a tree. Instead I'm a little more wild, a lot more quixotic, and, most important, I have legs. It's time I learn to stand on them.
Today I have begun the arduous task of packing. I realize that as I am moving two weeks from today that I probably should have been working on this long before, but I'm a procrastinator, especially when I'm frightened or overwhelmed. As a result, I have been making some serious to-do lists. I wrote one for myself this morning before church because I figured if I went ahead and made out a list I might be more inclined to accomplish something. It seems to have worked because when I got home today I immediately started putting things away and pulled out the first box to fill. As of this moment I have all but a few last books packed. When I am finished typing this up I will start going through my cds and hopefully have all of them packed up within the next hour or so. After that, I am not sure where I will head, but, with luck, my momentum will carry me through a couple more boxes and I will be much closer to be finished that I was when I woke up this morning.
Today also began a line of plans to do some visiting with people. I will be going to grab some Chinese with friends at my favorite Chinese restaurant in Freeport on Tuesday night, and might be hanging out with a friend on Thursday as well. I'm sure there will be many more last minute visits over the next two weeks.
So now I begin my deep breathing, continue with my constant prayer, say a lot of thank you's, accept well-wishes and blessings, and start walking. God didn't make me to be a tree, so it's time to move on.