No, that’s not a typo — this is me trying to combine “busy” and “blur” and we all know my overuse of adding “ness” on to just about … oh, every word.

Thus, blusyness.

Right. Doesn’t even make sense. Kinda like how I feel right now. Making no sense, having trouble speaking in complete, comprehensive sentences.

A general disarray would be about right. And People, the thing is — I know I have no reason nor right to even complain.

So I’m gonna try to sound like I’m not complaining, kthanks.

This move business could be way worse. Crossing over a bridge is really no biggie. Except when you’re my kind of Total Taurus. Truly, I don’t know how people move states — or countries!! — omg.

I just need to think about those Peeps, and I feel way better about where I’m at right now. Which is, if you’re wondering, sitting on my yoga mat — yeah, no chairs — in what is to be our office.

It’s sparse yet oddly full of chaos. So weird. I’m beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, now that I have one of the bathrooms totally complete and ready to go.

I know it’s such a small thing, but I needed at least one room, even if it is a bathroom, where I can walk in, sit down and feel its ready perfection.

My little sanctuary in the midst of the chaos.

But don’t get me wrong — I am loving it. I am enjoying. For real. In doing that, I am way more calm now and shocker — find that I actually am enjoying this whole thing. Imagine that.

Acting enjoyment turning into real deal enjoyment. People, let this serve as a reminder — fake it till ya make it.

That and my soon to be mother in law last night came over with salad, Vouvray and ordered us pizza and said some really important stuff.

I thankfully have this ability to know when important things are being said and I should like actually listen and last night was one of those gem of a moments.

Future MIL walked in the door, set her things down, took one look at me and said, “do not wish this away.”

She shared how so much of her life she just kept wanting to be over, to move on to the next thing to the next and now that she looks back, she wishes she had stopped to … wait for it … yes … enjoy.

We talked about how hard that one little “e” word is. How easy it can be to get caught up in the rush and the wanting for one thing to end to start another.

As I was reminded, I don’t want to be so caught up in life, in all the “stuff” going on that I wish it away.

Here is here and now is now. For a reason. Undoubtedly , this is the single best practice I’ve had to date for being present, and fully embracing where I’m at.

And being happy with that.