Thanksgiving and the Bridge to Somewhere

I know I haven’t been writing here much recently, but I find it difficult to pick a topic to write about that’s not overtly  boring or too full of frustration for public consumption. Although ‘winging it’ amidst our cartons, suitcases and boxes was o.k. for awhile, it got old pretty fast. Now everything feels so temporary and slapdash and unstable – with (for the moment, at least) no definitive end in sight.

Yes, it’s beginning to really get to me.

Fortunately, I found Karen Leland‘s article, “Are You On A Bridge To Somewhere?”, this morning, and it really helped me put some perspective on what we are going through right now. The following quote especially resonates with me, and lets me look at this Thanksgiving Day (which we don’t celebrate in Germany, but never mind) with a more positive and celebratory attitude:

“But the bridge is such a scary, uncertain, out of control place,” I said.

“It is,” said my friend. “But it’s also an opportunity to let what’s next evolve on its own. To have the fun of letting things organically take shape. Setting goals is great, but there is something to be said for trusting the process,” he said.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

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ARE YOU ON A BRIDGE TO SOMEWHERE?

As I reported in last week’s column, my hubby and I have been downsizing from a 3000 square foot house to a 1600 square foot townhouse.

Well, last week we made the move. Dishes were carefully wrapped, boxes were packed and stacked, and big burly men with arms the size of hanging hams came and transported the stuff of our life to a new location.

Fast forward to Monday — exactly one week from the big M. We’re in and I still have things that I don’t have room for (or need) in our new digs. Every day, I’ve managed to fill at least three huge green garbage bags and two boxes for goodwill.

Not to mention that I think I have single handedly paid for at least one industrious plastic worker’s kid to go to college — owing to all the plastic storage bins, organizational trays and snap shut boxes I have purchased to store and organize my remaining belongings.

I am in awe at the industriousness that the plastic mavens have applied to creating clever ways to store, organize, manage and track stuff. At last count, I had made six trips to The Container Store, two trips to Bed, Bath and Beyond and three trips to the Ace Hardware.

In the middle of the big move we went to dinner with some good friends. We wanted to share about the transition we were going through and tell our tales. It turned out to be the perfect antidote to the chaos of the moment.

Over the course of the evening the four of us talked about the process of letting go of the old stuff and what if’s in our lives and embracing being on the bridge in between the old life we just left and the new one we were in the process of creating.

“But the bridge is such a scary, uncertain, out of control place,” I said.

“It is,” said my friend. “But it’s also an opportunity to let what’s next evolve on its own. To have the fun of letting things organically take shape. Setting goals is great, but there is something to be said for trusting the process,” he said.

As I listened, I could see that while I was on the bridge (and I will probably be there for a while), it was not a bridge to nowhere, but a bridge to somewhere — somewhere fun and exciting and challenging and scary. One thing for certain: it’s going to be the best organized bridge anyone’s every seen.

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2 Comments

  1. Susan said,

    November 26, 2009 at 2:54 pm

    I’d be happy to read whatever you like to say. I liked this very much. Happy Thanksgiving (anyway), cara Trina.

    xoxo

    • caratime2 said,

      November 26, 2009 at 6:47 pm

      It’s a question of self-censor, I guess. But I will try to do better in the coming weeks. I guess I am still a bit at awe of the people who manage to roll out insightful posts on their lives (esp. in Europe) when I have been here longer, but can barely manage scratch the surface. I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving with friend and lots to eat (and hopefully a little something special for that necessary cat of yours!)

      *hugs*


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