Keep Moving Airborne

The last couple days have been a rush. A rush to get everything packed, a rush to get it in the truck, a rush to decide what stays and what goes, what to keep and what to let go of  (or ask friends to hold onto). It seemed like there was no way we were going to be able to get everything into the truck. There was NO WAY we were going to be able to fit both my clothes AND my framed art ontop of all of the drums—And dishes?!...Forget it. There was no way we were going to be able to do it without a trailer. There was no way we were going to be able to pack everything AND clean AND still be out by Thursday morning. No way.

Absolutely, NO WAY!!!

Somehow we got it all done. Sure, some stuff had to go to friends and sure it was hard letting go of some things, but anytime I’d start to get hung up on something, I would remember the phrase from the Army, “Keep moving Airborne.” This was the phrase most of the guys in charge used when things started to suck. It was kind of an acknowledgement that, “Yes, this sucks. But saying it sucks isn’t going to make it any easier. If it’s raining, saying it sucks isn’t gonna make it dry. If it’s hot, saying it sucks isn’t gonna cool things off so forget it. Just keep moving and get it done.” If not, there’s no way we could have finished cleaning the living room, the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen with a thousand shelves.

Somehow, we got it all done. And in case you’re wondering, we did get the clothes in there. And the art. And…one set of dishes.