New Year's Reflections On Lag Time

 

I know I’m supposed to be reflecting on the past year right about now.  Usually, I’m all over that kind of thing.  But this year, these last days of December have had me fully in ‘important and urgent’ mode (Steven Covey’s Quadrant One) as we relentlessly and incrementally move into our new home.

We do not yet have the ‘occupancy permit,’ which means we’re allowed to do most anything we like in terms of setting up furniture and unpacking boxes.  We’re even okay to eat and generally hang out here (I’m writing from my new desk space).  But with no beds or any appliances yet, we’re not actually living here.  Not until we get the official okay.

There’s no particular problem or delay on this except that things happened over the Christmas break.  Offices are closed and the people who can give us the go ahead are rightfully enjoying their days off.  This explains why we still have the construction site porta-potty in view out the side window.   And while it is challenging to be ‘this close,’ and I find the disorder psychologically disruptive, we’re embracing this time as an opportunity to get things ready one thing at a time.  There’s some comfort in the little spaces that are starting to come together. 

Yesterday was a ‘big load’ day, with the help of our family who gave us the morning and some muscle, and slogged it out in the rain to fill up two and a half vans from the storage unit and bring it on over to our construction-muddy yard.  We had one crew outside and one inside hoping to keep the new floors looking new.  Along with some strategic pieces of bigger furniture, there were many boxes of books.  And the good news there is that I think we’re coming to the end of the books and I’m finding good places for all of them so far. 

It's coming.

Maybe things are just on a bit of a lag, actually.  I hope to get my Christmas cards mailed out today.  So maybe before the end of January, I’ll be in the right space to reflect back on 2024.  It was a big year, so it deserves some good ponderings and processing. 

However you’re finishing off the year, I hope you find yourself loved, and satisfied, and hopeful.

2025, here we come.