I have been attempting to get all of my paperwork together in preparation for my new job and the "big move" and it's not going as planned..... Paperwork is a funny thing. You turn in what they ask for and it inevitably is the wrong paperwork. You fill out Form A as requested, then they want Form Q. I don't know why I'm so surprised... I am on a quest. Quests aren't supposed to be easy....
After thinking about my last post, I am getting really tired of "warehouse living." I am also getting really tired of the clothes that aren't packed in boxes... I think back before the move and I can't begin to count the number of times I have looked in my full closet of clothes saying "I have nothing to wear..." Now I'm saying "How many combinations can I make out of these 3 pairs of jeans, 5 pairs of capris, a jean skirt and a handful of shirts?" Especially when I work in a Preschool setting.... When you work with 3 and 4 year olds, stuff gets on your clothes. Of course it all says washable, but because I'm limited on clothes, anytime I get something on me, I hope that when it says "washable" that it truly is... There are times I think, "Oh, I could wear this shirt today...... No, wait. I can't because it's in a box. I don't want to wear it that bad.... I know I wore this shirt last week but maybe I can wear it yet again. Of course it's clean but I feel like I just wore it yesterday..." Part of the quest again...
There are times I look at all of my boxes and I wonder if I should just take my computer (so I can continue my blog), my dogs, cell phone, purse and a handful of clothes, jump in my Volkswagen Beetle and drive away. Leave a note for my landlord saying I don't care what they do with the boxes but I'm going on my quest. But then I remember that if I do that and head towards my new job, my paperwork hasn't been completed. So I should probably stay and look at boxes... Ugh!
I am learning that quests are a funny thing. There are times I feel like I am becoming the new me; standing up for myself in situations that would normally have made me say, "Okay, sorry to have bothered you. What would you like me to do instead?" Then there are other times that I feel as if I just chucked it all would it make things any easier?
Today I watched one of the greatest movies of all time, "Man of La Mancha." Watching it reminded me about quests. Watching the man, that everyone thought was crazy, talk about his quest really began to make sense to me. If you have never seen the movie or heard the song "The Impossible Dream," I HIGHLY recommend that you do so. Maybe because it made sense to me, I am becoming my own Gypsy version of Dulcinea... Or maybe I'm Sancho. I don't think I'm Don Quixote yet but maybe someday...
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