Pages Not Turning Yet

The last pages of my life’s narrative seem to have stuck together, locking me into this current lull. Is it the heat? The body’s response to stress, albeit positive? My mind’s ambition butting up against physical limitation? Likely a bit of each.

We’ve already written the opening paragraph for the next chapter: purchased a new home, sold our current one. Ric’s been busy arranging the transfer of services, engaging a painter, plumber, and electrician. By the end of August, we should be comfortably settled in.

Meanwhile, I’ve packed all I can for the moment, and while I know I should be resting for the next wave of momentum, I am feeling mired in the mud of emotions and psychological muck. Non of it rational, all of it debilitating.

The next chapter will unfold as it will; we’ve already set the framework. Meantime, taking care of self has become the priority.

Today, I will not fight the stuck places. Instead, I’ll surrender to each moment, remember to breathe, and be mindful of the choices I make.

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Thank you to all who participated this week, each bringing your own brilliance to the theme: next chapter.

On a Break, I Write Her
Metamorphosis, radhikasreflection
Besides…, Eugi’s Causerie II
Magical Guest, Stuff and what if…
The Next Chapter, Sgeoil
When Jokes Cross the Line, MMA Storyline
Night after night, paeansunplugged
Final Victory, Shilpa Nairy
To Be Continued, parallax
The Next Chapter, one letter UP

See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #104: Next Chapter

Sold! Next!

Picture me surrounded by packing materials and boxes – I’ll be busy the next few weeks preparing for the move. Preparing for the next chapter.

Some of life changes are abrupt, unexpected, and some, like our upcoming house move, are planned out. Either way, change is a given.

The focus this week is: next chapter. The implications may be personal, or strike a broader chord.

To participate, create a post and link back here, or drop a thought in the comments.

Look forward to your responses.

Turning a Corner

The kids gave us a Shutterfly gift certificate for Christmas. For all your amazing images, the card read.

“How does it work?” Ric asked.

I had no idea, so I visited the site. There are endless possibilities. I settled on a mug for Ric with six of his favourite photos, a travel mug for me with mine, and some magnets. I was so excited by the thought of actually possessing something with our images on it, that I forgot to apply the gift certificate.

So, of course, I had to order more. The good news: once you place an order, Shutterfly keeps sending you great offers to entice more business.

This time I decided to make a book of my images with poetry (it was a free offering), and I ordered a puzzle that will be fun to do with the grandkids, and a iPhone cover for Ric with a photo of a waterfall.

“We’d like a copy of the book,” our neighbours exclaimed when they saw it. “Where can we get one?”

“Maybe when we get home, we should look at renting a store front and producing some giftware and books featuring your work,” Ric suggested later.

I’ve had two stores in the past. I know how much work it takes. I think of my left arm, which will hardly lift a tea mug right now, and my limited energy. “Um, I don’t think so.”

And then later: “We do have room in the basement, we could order some product, store it there, and set up an Etsy account. Then all we have to do is deal with shipping, and find a company to manufacture our goods.”

“I’ll ask around,” Ric agreed.

Meanwhile, I’m editing the book.