More Packing

Mum is coming to visit. This will be fun *cough cough*

She is coming up for her husband's birthday (dont even ask why he lives here and she lives there and they're still together) and while she's here she will look at my place and how i've packed 18 bokes for moving already - and you can't notice a difference in the place yet *sigh* so I'll hear ALL about that - but I'll also get as much help as she has time for :)

I guess i'll focus on packing more this weekend

I just wish i *knew* this was a good move. I don't really doubt it will be, but I've spent 8 years digging this rut I'm in, and it's hard to leave.

I still don't know what I'll do when I get there, whether I'll carry on my business as I have been (only with hopefully more and better contracts) or do I learn from getting burned by quiet year last year and just get a "real job"?

sometimes there are too many decisions to be made at once.

For this weekend at least, I'll stick to packing

and singing - no work, I get to go out for a change! yayyy! :P

Momentum

Life is full of moments. Some are beautiful, some sad, some are so magical they stay with you forever. I have been privileged enough to witness several of the truly Magical Moments, and two of them have stuck with me more than any other.

The first was the change in my brother, the moment he held his new baby daughter in his hands. She was so tiny and fragile, and in that Moment I could see the simple, pure knowledge in his eyes, that he would always care for her, protect her and love her above anything.

The second brought me to the point of tears at the time, and still does every time I remember it.

My sisters wedding day was beautiful. It was windy and as stressful as a wedding day is expected to be. Of course it was fun, but one thing after another, from breakfast to hair and make-up, to getting dressed, battling for shower time, competitiveness over the bride’s attentions, the limousine arriving early, the pearls being left at the house where the men were making their own preparations – everything was a whirlwind of speed and colour.

When the time finally came to make the trek up the aisle, I was the first to go. I remember trying to time my steps just right, and then, halfway to the front, I decided I was walking fine, and looked up. I looked directly into the face of Tony, my soon to be brother-in law. He looked so incredibly handsome and calm, and focussed, first on my progress towards him, then on Meg’s, and finally on Tess, being escorted up the aisle by Mum.

If I had, for a split second, been looking in the wrong direction, I would have missed it. That Moment, that flash in his eyes. When he saw Tess walking towards him, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and in that Moment everything was perfect and right.

Lifetimes are lived on the memory of a single Moment, civilizations are changed for the promise of one. Music, art and literature are inspired by the mere thought of that singular instant, the idea that something so simple can make the struggle worthwhile.

I believe that we live for those Moments. We work, we make mistakes and we question the point of everything. Then a Moment happens to us and for an instant nothing is wrong, nothing needs explanation or justification, everything is where it should be. It is these Moments that keep us going; seeing them in others, the hope of them happening to ourselves, the memories of the ones we knew.

Sometimes the Moments stop. These are the times which are the hardest because living on past memories can only keep us happy for so long. It is all too easy (as I well know) to bury ourselves in work, books, games, things that give us pleasure, to hide in the familiar rather than watch for the Moments that we are afraid may never come.

That, my friends, is a waste. So to coin a phrase, My advice is to.....

Live for the Moment ;)

disclaimer: do not take my appalling lack of a life as any kind of example, go find a Moment, geez! :P