Getting on with it….

Someone at work just told me the reason for the colder-than-average BC winters the last couple of years is because we are at the lowest point of the eleven-year sunspot cycle, and apparently this is the worst it’s going to get. That would be one theory of why it’s snowing in Vancouver on April 1st, though the sunspot-weather connection is circumstantial at best, I’ll accept anything at this point which tells me the weather is going to get better later in 2009. Cold winters I don’t mind, but spring and summer? Let’s get on the milder temperatures!

Brian and I have our last meeting with the notary today, to finalize the paperwork for our new house. Ten sleeps until moving day and I’m knee-deep in boxes and feeling a bit scattered as a result. Tear apart my house, and my whole mental condition deteriorates along with it. So my writing becomes tentative, my schedules get conflicted, and my laundry goes undone. Part of the moving malaise, contrasted with the flip side after moving day which sends me into hyper-organize and clean mode and lasts for several months. Still a little ways away, I would be feeling much more aimless if I didn’t have a big work deadline this Friday to give my days a little more meaning.

And I think it’s no coincidence that my bit work deadline and my move are in the same two week period – not to mention the end to my collective bargaining role coming only a couple months before that. The last two years of my life have involved a lot of flux in all areas – new union roles, new work role, new relationship. It’s been pretty heavy duty on the change front in fact, and I’m looking forward to a summer of just catching my breath before seeing where all the new experience and lessons take me next. I don’t have another clear goal in front of me besides making a home, writing a book, and remaining open to the political and career opportunities that may come up.

At the moment though, I do want to get on with the move, get on with the project launch and get our upcoming union convention over with – it seems to me that going through these doors are the entry into the next life period – and I am curious about what that looks like.