I’m supposed to be in packing mode. My flight to Tokyo is Wednesday. I need to cram my stuff into 5 bags or less in the next 4 days.
Instead I’m at the Tremont Tavern in Chattanooga while my sister and 67% of her kids attend a birthday party at a park around the corner.
I’m excited by the move, frustrated it’s taken so long, and a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing. It stands to reason I have these mixed emotions.
While I’m packing or not, let me know your big moment ennui. Or toss me some motivational stuff.