5. I don’t own a lot.
It’s weird because I know people my age who have soooo much STUFF. After being evicted years ago, I learned the greatest lesson: Things do not define you…you do that. I mean, it sounds obvious but sometimes you have to go through things to catch those little nuggets of wisdom. When it was time to say PEACE OUT CUB SCOUT to Philly, all I had to do was put my junk in a few Rubbermaid totes. Voila! The most expensive things I own are my laptop and my bed; everything else is disposable. I guess it’s a good thing, what ya think?
4. I’m not good at saying goodbye.
Every person that I bid farewell had me in tears within minutes of the departure. Ok, so maybe I was just emotional but when you’re leaving and don’t know when/if you’ll be back, it’s worth a tear or two.
3. I’m a tad bit obsessive.
I so thoroughly enjoyed organizing sheets of paper, pens, socks and hundreds of random things that I felt had a ‘special place’. That also means that I was packing until the VERY last minute…which brings me to the next point…
2. I’m a professional procrastinator.
Don’t get me wrong, when I have to do stuff in groups or for other people, I get my sh*t done. However, I take my sweet ass time when it comes to my own business. The semi-humorous aspect is that I am neither embarrassed nor ashamed of it. Why beat myself up when I am proud of the results I get? No one is ever harmed in the process of my procrastination so I shall continue to make it do what it do.
1. I have a dangerously compartmentalized heart.
I’m sure that there are people out there like me but events like this help me to better understand this. There are people who get wrapped up in the emotional aspects of decision-making and then there are people like me. When I left MD for college, it was an excruciating process but not because of the emotions. The financial aspects and logistics threw me for a loop! And I felt like this process was the same…stressin over moving parts the entire time. I can admit that I was sad. Period. Packing up my items and leaving all of my recent (and few lifetime) friends was difficult BUT I had an agenda…Shoot! I’d say I still do. I want to be a highly-effective teacher and I’m willing to put aside any sorrow in its respective box. It sounds harsh to the faint of heart but anybody who has ever wanted anything will agree that you weigh the situation and take the heavy side. At the end of the day, those emotions are as useful as cotton on a roll so I take care of everything else and make my momma proud.
