Four and a half hours : the amount of time I spent in Ikea today. With Comm & C.

TC had full intentions of being there, you know, since he’s a “world class decorator”, but bailed at the last minute. Not feeling well. Concerned about that. I’m convinced something is going on with his heart, but that’s another story for another time.

For some unknown reason, I had forgotten, or more like, pushed out of the recesses of my mind, how long Comm takes when it comes to these sorts of outings.

Which I’m not saying is a bad thing, because when you’re looking at dropping many Benjamins, it’s good to have someone with you who is so … so … particular, shall we say.

Someone who literally will take an entire display couch apart, and proceed to stand and sit on it. Someone who will write down every single measurement and take you completely seriously when you ask if a faux Persian rug would be better suited over a more modern rug.

This is the kind of someone I want with me. I guess I just wasn’t prepared for it literally being all day.

And at the end of it all, I left more confused, with 90890809 more questions about colors and what to put where and the general “look” I’m going for.

Which please, don’t ask me, because I have no f-ing idea at this point.

I’m Ikea-d out. Till I have to go back in another week and a half.

This moving business. I don’t know how people do it when they have to move states, let alone four miles. That’s right. I’m going four pathetic miles and am freaking out.

It’s the Taurus in me. That’s where I’ll put this blame. I want everything in order and worked out yesterday. I want to move in and have every single damn thing in its place the second we’re done moving in.

I have multiple “to do” lists, of which nothing has been done, they’re more for me being able to feel better about myself by getting it all on paper. I think.

As I was about to have an Ikea meltdown, Comm swoooped in and saved me from myself. He’s really great like that. Swooping in when I least expect, with something even more unexpected.

I listen to Comm. He’s my fellow Taurus, so I know he inherently understands me.

I was debating bath towels, when I suddenly was at the edge of the cliff, and Comm says:

“This is the fun part! Picking and choosing and then when you move in, you’ll pick and choose more. You’ll clarify what you want and it will start to come to life. You need to enjoy the process.”

I protested, of course. Immediately. No! This is not fun! I want it all now now nowwwwwwww. It’s not going to be fun waiting around trying to see how things come together!

He couldn’t stop laughing at me. And damn that laughter. It gets me everytime. I don’t know how anyone can resist laughter. It just pulls me in.

And I kept hearing his last line in my head, over and over again.

Enjoy the process. Enjoy the process. Enjoy the process.

Do I have some really smart, wise people in my life or what?! What would I do without these brilliant reminders?

It’s exactly what I needed — to hear and to be working on … this enjoying of the process of things. Of taking a step back and a deep breath, knowing things are evolving and coming together.

This is the fun of it … this process of creation … the manifestation. Of being able to look back and see and know, I did this, I created it.

My goal during this whole upcoming move is now to enjoy … the packing, the moving, the unpacking to getting settled in. I’m hoping this spills over into other areas of my life.

Funny how I’ll be so damn good at the enjoyment process with some things and other things, not so much. But this is good, it helps me see where my blocks are, where I need to tend to.

But really, if I can just chill out and in general enjoy the process in all arenas … I think that is the key. We shall see, People.