I’m packing up my apartment, and it’s a wonderful reminder of how much I hate moving. As you move more of your stuff out, the more it seems to accumulate. I’m letting go of some things I no longer need, but also I know I should be letting go of even more of my things that are just going to sit somewhere else for a while.

Every time I’ve made a move from one area to another, I always seem to get anxiety over it. There’s something about uprooting yourself and how it makes you feel uneasy that you’re going somewhere else. At the same time, you know it’s what has to happen if you are going to truly change your life situation. That’s my status at the moment. I know I need a change, but there are unknowns in the air that makes it difficult to make any solid plans. Then again, isn’t the way it happens regardless? When do we ever truly know what’s going to happen?

I read an article the other day about how we build up a false sense of security in our lives. We think we have it all under control, but any number of events could change everything in an instant. Who knew this time last year that we’d all be required to wear a mask when we go out in public, and it would become a political issue?

On the other hand, something is telling me I have to go out and do what I’m setting out to do. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is not only the definition of insanity, it just simply gets you nowhere since you’re not doing anything to change up the game plan, when the current game plan is clearly not working. I have to remind myself that you simply have to venture out into the unknown, something we all do more than we care to admit.