"The Chariot is your confidence, your will, and your inner warrior ... Build a relationship with this part of yourself."
What is frustrating me right now, with the new house process, is that there isn't anything I can do to make it go faster. From what I understand, it's moving at a pretty normal pace for this kind of this--it's a big financial transaction, a lot of people are involved and they need everything to be lined up Just So. I was just hoping it could go faster than normal, and instead it's just regular.
But I hate the inbetween-ness. I want to pack for the move, but realistically the move is probably still six weeks away, and we can't live out of boxes for that long. I want to do get-ready-for-winter maintenance on a yard we don't quite own yet. I am compiling a list of tasks that we can't act on. We had to dismantle Declan's flood-soaked bedroom furniture, but we're not going to buy new furniture for a space we're about to move out of, so his mattress is on the floor and his clothes are in bins and when he plays stupid Roblox with his friends he has to set up somewhere other than his bedroom. So right now I'm typing this and he's in the next room shouting about Livetopia and the Illuminati and all I want is for him to have his own space where he can have some privacy to shout at other nine-year-olds.
Anyway, today was a good day, I hung out at the park with a friend and my kid successfully rode a bike for the first time, and now I'm going to crochet a while and drink some cinnamon tea while I watch fifth-season Fringe and continue to have many thoughts about Peter Bishop as a character. (Also many thoughts about the costume choices for the Observers but that's a whole other thing.)