Packing is something I absolutely hate doing and is somehow on my to-do list for at least 3 months out of the year. I use to be all clique about it and get all the gear: the classic cardboard boxes, clear tape and a large sonic drink. These days its more of 'oh, I have this tote bag free...yup! All my dishes can go in that tote bag!!' 

   Its pure chaos. 

   But as I was packing my cookware in my big black art trunk (do you see the extreme of my crazy person packing skills?) I realized that moving is a blessing hidden by bubble wrap and heavy lifting. Because moving means I've completed a moment in my life in a certain place and that I'm headed to a new moment. This time it's to Boulder. What a good one that is! 

   I still hate packing and thinking 'Will I need this in the next 2 months?! Will I really use that box of 64 Crayons this summer?' It stresses me out like no other. But packing for somewhere that you are excited about going is better than packing for...I don't know...prison? I can't imagine being too psyched about that. 

   So I will focus on what is next for all my objects...not the thoughts that come into my head every other minute of this process "I could do this tomorrow...I need to make that popsicle recipe I found on Pinterest...I should go to the bank...I need to go for a walk..." 

   Nope. 

   Today I will pack. Today I will finish up this life moment that has been so great to prepare for the next great.