It stirred up a bad case of shuffling-paperitis, which prevented me from finishing a thing. I did find out the going rate for shipping books. But box size, hell. I need visuals, or dimensions, and they're giving me a number: 108" combined length and distance at the widest point. Whaaat? I'm pretty mechanical but this one, hmmm. I still don't know how big a box I can use.
I managed to get a few small things done, then settled down to billing, mostly data entry. That simple task brought much-needed calm as productivity distracted the beast for a while.
Wednesday is my BNI meeting morning, which means I'm up, by alarm, at 5:00. I've been a member for 9 years, and once a week, for four of them, I've had breakfast with these particular guys. Like my patients, they are my California family. So, this morning, at 7:00 a.m., I said goodbye.
It occurs to me that some may look at my life and see it as a series of leavings, of goodbyes. I am keenly aware of every goodbye.
But what about the arrivals? When I leave, don't I always arrive at my next destination? Yes! Adventure requires a journey, and a journey, a beginning and an end. Seekers travel miles. Over years. For lifetimes.
I recently shared one ending with you, the end of my seeking. I expect to be sharing another one soon. So, stick around...
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."*
Thank you to all my fellow travelers, poets one and all.
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."*
Thank you to all my fellow travelers, poets one and all.
*excerpt from: The Road Less Taken ~ Robert Frost
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