Ok not literally, but YAH I have a “Free trailer”
I have mentioned before that I grew up “in the sticks”, and I have also alluded to the fact that I was kind of raised as a tom boy. I know how to drive a tractor, trailer, dirt bikes, 3 wheelers, and even a skid loader. My father owns many of these items, but in his “old age” I think he has “forgotten” how to use them. I am being very sarcastic here, because he still uses them all the time, except for in the winter. For some silly reason, he no longer takes his truck off road, he barely takes it out in the winter for fear of rust….SMH (more sarcasm) AND when he bought his newest truck, he bought one with only a 6 foot bed.
(The guy who raised me telling me that if you couldn’t fit a full sheet of drywall or plywood in the back of a truck it wasn’t a REAL Truck, bought a truck with a 6 foot bed!!!!!!!!) SMH He even owns two plows, but doesn’t drive his “new baby” in the winter?!?!??!?!
Figuring I still had a few more weeks of winter before I had access to a truck and trailer, and the ‘silly doctor’s’ “don’t lift 15 lbs for 2 weeks limit” I’d been packing a little here and a little there to try to respect the doctor’s restriction, so I had stacks and stacks of rubbermaid totes all over Einstein’s house. ( a few in this room and a few in that room) but then a trailer “fell in my lap”….how could I resist?!?!?
Thing two and her boyfriend “D” were using D’s truck with my father’s trailer to move a couple motorcycles and I “conned” D into giving me a couple hours of his time in exchange for homemade lasagna. The ‘Catch’ was, I only had the trailer and D’s help for a couple hours…. hurry hurry hurry.
OK PRIORITIZE, what goes first?
- Air mattress already set up at the new place…so don’t worry about the bed
- You’ve got some clothes and essentials there so don’t bother with more ( besides they will fit in your car)
- The most important non negotiable material things that I need a trailer for are my Grandma’s kitchen table and my desk (both had to be disassembled though) So I decided to start there. I went into the office…and froze… OMG this is real.
Anxiety Can Paralyze You
I immediately started having doubts. “Were things really that bad here?” “So much work, for so many years….shouldn’t I try harder?” It didn’t help that Einstein has been the man I fell in love with for the last couple weeks since I said I was moving, he even tried to take care of me post surgery and cooked me dinner?!??! (ftr this has NEVER happened) He helped me with a 3 d printer design and and and….. oh no….NOT AGAIN….. You’ve got this Grace. So I froze. and then I stopped breathing….wtf?!?!? I was just about to walk out of the office making excuses that I should follow doctors orders blah blah blah and then not one but two familiar faces popped up on messenger….”Just checking on you grace.” Suddenly I could breathe again. (This anxiety shit really is no joke.)
The Therapeutic Power of Music
I selected random play for the music on my phone and Kesha “Praying” came on. ( I am in no way religious, although maybe it would be helpful if I was, I am not. It doesn’t change the fact that the song is incredible and something I will continue to listen to) If you have a second, the link is for her official video, and for me it hits home. The next song was “New Rules” by Dua Lipa, followed by “Not meant to be” by Theory of a Deadman. Before I knew it the desk was not only disassembled, but I had dragged it out of the “office” to the front door. I set up a card table where the desk used to be and reconnected my computer. The legs were removed from my Grandma’s table ( I couldn’t dream of moving that by myself though, WAY TOO HEAVY) But I did it!
One Step at a Time