Apparently my ability to pick days to take off work is continuing it's bad luck streak. Everytime I decide to make a doctors appt because my boss will be out of the office, plans change and I cause no end of inconvenience or just cancel. This week, boss out of the office, last week in August, felt like the perfect time to take a long weekend. The Swann semi annual shelf sale long marked on my calendar, an additional day off to drive down to VA seemed well thought out. Then the worst earthquake to hit VA in 100+ years hits several miles away from storage, a tropical storm is set to hit the coast and Desi is so sick he won't come out from under the bed. Dreams of a drama free life appear to be just that - dreams.
Plans to attend the auction preview from 10-12, have lunch with a friend and attend the auction at 2, though well planned did not take into effect the alarm not going off, a headache, Desi not coming out from under the bed for medicine or dumpster #3 being delivered in front of my building.
However, I have a hazelnut latte which is really code for peace in a cup and am finally on my way (sans paper, pencil and auction catalog). But sometimes it's the little act of moving in a direction, any direction, that is the point. Not waiting for the right moment, the world to align perfectly into a storybook theme, or even a to do list getting crossed off. Sometimes life comes down to putting one foot in front of the other, again and again, till the rest of your dreams come into view.