As much as my life calls for it, I don’t handle change well. My brain demands routine. The same schedule, the same people, the same places. I even rotate my teas–just enough for variety–but not too much and always in the same order. I require structure and a plan…most of the time.
So when something causes that structure to crumble, I become overwhelmed very fast. My face turns red, it gets hard to breathe. Lists start forming in my head faster than I can write them down as a survival tactic, until I’m drowning in them.
Three things have happened all at once. My team was shifted to a new, unfamiliar manager. The client I’ve worked with for six years is changing vendors. And Monday we found out that R’s store is closing and we are being relocated.
It will happen fast. 4-6 weeks at the most. Location TBD. He has to close the store first. Arrangements have to be made. Then, after two years of settling in, we pull up those fragile roots we’ve let ourselves feed out, and move to new soil.
It could be anywhere at this point. We could move closer to home, we could move somewhere just as far away. It’s an adventure, but it’s all unknown at this point. We are at a planning standstill.
I have so many emotions about this. To say I am overwhelmed is the understatement of the year. I may be more excited once I find out where we are going, but for now I’m very stressed. I’m sad to be leaving friends and an organization I’ve grown to care about very much. (By the way, check out Paws in the City, and donate if you can!) We ALMOST bought a house here. Thank goodness we didn’t!
We will know when we know. As The Hubs and I often say…