I’m trying to maintain a modicum of sanity as I dive into the deep end of change. Mister and I are on the edge of another move, and the last one (a mere six months ago) is still fresh enough to provide a little guidance. Maybe.

 

I don’t want to lose touch with the things that keep me stable. Like painting. At its best, studio time is pure meditation. At its worst, it is at least nice social time with all my painting buddies.

 

Reading is a good one. I recently shared how Mr. Tom Robbins helped me cope with particular stresses. I should probably crack a new spine – soon – so that I can retreat to another author’s world when my own is just too daunting.

 

Exercise. This one’s a biggie. I was out walking about 4 miles on Saturday morning, and I marveled at how good it was for me. I was sweating, breathing hard, and I’d run out of water. And you know what? I still loved it.

 

Laughter. When Mister and I are on, we crack each other up, y’all. Now, even if no other soul on the planet gets our humor, it doesn’t matter. We get it. And when we start rolling down a grassy hill of laughter, nothing in the world feels better. And the after-effects are long-lasting.

 

Six months ago, Mister and I took our moving frustrations out on each other. So far, we’re not doing that this time. (Touch wood.) I hope we can keep up the love. And as we head into the final days of this month, I hope we find ourselves in a new environment, in a new part of town, in a new home.

 

But I’d like to keep the same old love. It’s none too shabby.

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