I doubt I will ever go skydiving because my motto is, "Why jump out of a functional airplane?" But if I did I'm sure at the moment when I stood in the door of the plane poised to leap into thin air I would think, "Gee. This seemed like a great idea 2 months ago." That sums up how I've been feeling all week.
In all fairness, we knew this point would probably come because we've read the blogs of those who've traveled this road before us and they all have a post, about 3 weeks prior to departure, titled something like, "T-18 Days. PANIC BUTTON." The house is trashed (we like things neat). We both wake up at 4:30 a.m. with our brains spinning stressful thoughts (we like eight hours of solid sleep). We have only a few more chances to eat at Mekenita (we really, really like Mekenita). And don't get either of us started on our friends. I'm forcing myself not to even think about how much I'm going to miss you all. (We'll be home in a year, we'll be home in a year. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.)
The past week was nuts. I served two fascinating days of jury duty, shot three photography jobs (including my first commercial product shoot, coming soon to a Costco website near you), crossed five big chores off the "RV To Do List," got social time with TCCS friends (oh, that was supposed to be for Spanish class?), did battle with a UTI (TMI), and found numerous uses for parentheses. I could have done none of it without the blessings of good friends, a great Nana, my neighbor, Yvonne, patient photography clients, a capable teenage son, antibiotics, and the God who must have made the sun stand still. To make it all even better, Kevin sold a freezer, got us a mailing address, found temporary housing, cleaned the garage (super-duper!), purged the filing cabinet (best Christmas ever), bought me a mountain bike so I can enjoy all the Moab slick rock goodness, and made breakfast this morning. I'm sorry...tell me again why Christian Grey is so desirable?
Right now there are still about 158 things I could be doing, but it is Sunday and I am determined to take Sabbath. I used to be really good at it then I fell off the wagon for a bit. A recent BSF lesson was a good reminder of why I need to get back in the habit. There is nothing I can accomplish today that will outweigh the benefits of a full day's rest. The God who allowed us to be uber-productive last week will surely give us that advantage this week if we honor Him with our time today. I'm going to enjoy a neighborhood Christmas party with my girls, bake banana bread, and join friends for dinner. As soon as I get my rump out of this comfy chair.