Moving is chaos. Moving is tiring. Lots of things going on, so taking care of oneself is critical at this time it’s been an emotional roller coaster, and its very personal.

Pulling out all  of my stuff and looking at it really gives me pause. First of all it’s crazy how much stuff there is. Much of it moved out here to California from Wisconsin, and I never looked at it the entire 28 years since.  The good thing is I’m purging a lot from this place, and I’m feeling OK with most Of it going to donations.

One box did me in however. It was a box of my little golden books I had as a little girl. I loved those things and read them over and over! My Mom saved them for me, and I watched my own daughters  grow up enjoying them too.  Well it was time to do something with those wonderful childhood treasures.

They went to a battered women’s shelter , so more children would know someone cared.  When I got out to the car, the tears were flowing. I was thinking of my Mother, and loved the fact that she saved them for me, mine, and others in a way that overcame my emotions.

Then I heard a quote that stated “Don’t cry because its over, smile  because it happened”.