While I might have a hard time being able to stand packing up to leave beloved destinations, I more than make up for it upon home arrival.

I f-ing love the shit out of unpacking. It calms me. I love putting order to the disorder. I love getting everything just so and just right — in its place.

It’s these kinds of menial tasks that I think can keep us sane and focused. Which is exaxctly what I need right now — focus. If I take it one day at time, it’s so clear.

I know precisely what today will hold. And sometimes, I need that. Sometimes, to hell with uncertainty. Uncertainty is a GD pain in the ass. Only because it has an innate ability to torment us.1

Something else. Remember my big self love kick? If I was blog organized and on it, I’d be able to find that post and put a fancy link. But I’m not. You can just nod your head in agreement right now and pretend to remember.

Well. I think I’m coming close to falling off the wagon. This damn self love business!  A lot harder than it seems. I noticed at Douglas Lake, and really leading up to, I’ve been harder on myself.

More critical. Less loving. The thing for me with self love is once I start criticizing myself, in whatever small way it might be, it quickly takes over my being and mindset.

There’s a lot of things I might not know, but I know enough that the only person to fix this is me. And for some reason, organizing and self love just seem to go together. Don’t ask why. They just do.

Like last year’s self love documentation that lasted sporadically over the course of three months, I’ll be updating regularly. I expect one of you to keep me in line on that front.