Shit, shit, shit. Where did all of this craparoo come from and why did I think it was a good idea to hold on to so much of it? I’m never going to be able to fit all of it into my luggage and there’s not enough time to pare it down. Not that paring it down is even a possibility because each and every piece of this stuff must come on the plane with me.
I stare at the living room where messy plies dominate. Thrown haphazardly over the arm chair, stacked tower-like on the coffee
table, and tossed thoughtlessly on the couch, an endless mess of things covers
each and every piece of furniture and leaves just a small square of the floor
exposed. My agitation and panic are further exasperated because I have to
tiptoe around the stuff to make any progress with packing.
I can’t let it paralyze me. Slowly, trying to muster my
inner Zen, I begin packing but the panic never leaves. What if I miss my
flight? I'm utterly terrified of missing my flight. If I miss my flight the first domino that has to be pushed won’t
cascade into the others setting off a chain of events that absolutely has to happen.
I push, stuff, thrust, and grunt and hope not to break the
zipper of my suitcase. Somehow, I manage to fill it. I should be
relieved but I’m not as I realize the stuff is multiplying. I’m doomed. This stuff is controlling me.
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Dreams
- Bar in the dream: http://annvinciguerra.blogspot.com/2016/10/bar-dream-sense-of-place.html
- Gymnastics dreams: http://annvinciguerra.blogspot.com/2016/11/gymnastics-dreams.html
- Random dreams: http://annvinciguerra.blogspot.com/2018/01/recalling-dream.html
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