I should be working. I have a review that is past due.
I should be cleaning. Maybe someone would really like to schedule an appointment to see our house.
I should be packing. Our junk isn’t going to move itself.
I should be switching utilities.
I should be quilting or working on photo projects. My sanity needs to be flat-lined.
Instead I’m spending time with the Toronto photos. I’m trying to live in those moments a little longer. These snapshots are literally going to keep me sane during the move, hospital bills, work schedules. Prior to the trip, I felt like I was drowning in a unexperienced pile of stress brought on from calendar dates’ circled in red. I avoided doing anything to make those future dates doable. I just needed to get to Toronto. I got there. Drank, laughed, attempted to hoop, shot the details, met new friends, talked in silly voices, danced, ate, and found a normal I had been missing. Toronto got me ready for the upcoming stress. I can handle it and if I can’t, I know where to turn: poutine. It’s time for a change.
And Toronto gave me the shot and slap I needed to deal with it. Thanks, birches.