Today was a better day than it has been in the last week. I completely under-estimated what it was going to take for me to start becoming comfortable in the new locale. I though I would be fine the entire time while working on getting the house ready when in fact I feel incredibly lost and overwhelmed :( With the Wifey basically out-of-commission due to the pregnancy and a late bout of tooth problems, I feel compelled to step-up and pick up the slack - which is do everything. Yes, the overachiever in me comes out to play and fails. Failure is so hard for me to accept.
I am taking a few steps to keep my head from swimming. First, I am not going to try to get the entire house set. there's way too much shite for me to try to deal with. I have to accept that the house is going to be trashed forever (
or at leas ta year, which ever comes first) and people are gonna have to deal with it. I'm limiting myself to moving/setting up 3 things a day. If I do that, then eventually everything will get dealt with. Secondly, I will be leaving the house at least once a day whether or not I need it. I'm giving myself an hour of Nelson Time. Maybe my sense of disconnection will be diminished if I connect to my new environment. Lastly, I am going to ask for more help from people. I need more involvement with people in my life and can't go back living insularly.
t's been a rough first week. Let's hope these limitations I place on myself help moving forward.
