Meditating with plastic bins

Our lives have been put on hold yet again..... scheduling conflicts, delayed action, blah, blah, blah.  basically what it boils down to is the Universe is playing this horrible mean trick on me. again. I'm a planner. plain and simple.  and when I can't plan, MamaBear ain't happy.

I envision being "One with Nature" or bending into a Lotus Pose as I strike a gong or quietly calming my thoughts to bring forth a stillness to my mind.... illuminate my understanding.  but that doesn't work too well for a controlling, Type A, Aries girl when her life is in flux. yeaaaah, not so much.   I had to dig into my inner Lunzy-ness.  I decided to clean.

wait, what?! yes, clean. But I actually like to clean.  and iron. seriously, ask my bridesmaids about me ironing all their sashes on the morn of my Big Day. I'm not claiming to be a great housekeeper, this is still your same, good ol' lunzy. I just don't usually get a quiet, easy-going day to enjoy it. the calm. quiet. the instant satisfaction.  you read that right.  instant satisfaction.  and that's just what this girl needed, pronto!

Apparently one of the crazy, southern tornadoes trickled into the munchkins' rooms.  Disaster Zone.... times 10.  so I channeled up my negative, bitter-chick energy into getting the kids room cleaned up, purged, and organized. It's really a good thing we don't have a Container Store anywhere near the Kinda Country. As it is, Target has enough pretty plastic to woo me into a bright pink and turquoise stupor.  Plastic tubs, bins and crates all neatly lined up with the contents packed.  floors swept and vacuumed.  closets purged, banishing ill fitting garments.  There. Control over something.  the act of just simplifying. organizing. making things tidy, it calmed me. I was able to get something done at a time when I feel like I'm just treading water.  Maybe I didn't quite illuminate my understanding, but I did manage to focus on being productive. 

so all the Little People and American Girls have a home, though we haven't figured out where ours will be.  The LEGO bricks are temporarily contained and content, even if my nerves aren't. The Goodwill bags are packed and ready to be transported, however our moving boxes are still TBD.  The task is complete, for now anyway, and though it isn't yoga, it will work. Now, where did I put that gong...