If anyone ever tells you that liquidating your lifestyle is a cake walk....don’t believe them! As I began this process just a few months ago I looked forward to what would come and how the tides would ebb and flow. Today what I can tell you is that they CERTAINLY DO ebb and how they flow is totally up to you!

Since you are here on the site reading this today, you know that my departure has been delayed and that I will continue liquidating my beloved artworks for another 30 days. The delay is more about a current project I am working on for a client (and their delays) but all and all it has added some fun to the mix. For example, where does one live when they must evacuate their apartment being converted to condo when they “think” a new place is only needed for 30-45 days? Or, how does one make a reservation for where one might want to go when the work is done if they don’t know when that will be? Yep, certainly learning and getting a LOT of practice with flowing with the unknown here!

Last week, somewhere between trying to get a special permit from the City of Chicago to park the containers I needed to load with furniture for my daughter in Seattle and trying to find a temporary apartment, I could feel that I was just a BIT overwhelmed. I’m not sure what stopped me in that moment but I realized (I think for the first time) that what I was doing was extraordinary – in the sense that not many ever choose this route. Thus, why wouldn’t extraordinary get a little tough? If it were all so easy then everyone would be doing it! As soon as I began to view things from this angle, I felt an instant relief and a kind of self pride I hadn’t felt before. I returned to whatever I was doing at the time feeling all warm and fuzzy about what I had all ready accomplished and how much more free I was that day than 3 or 4 weeks prior. It’s so amazing how our “perspective” rules our feeling in the moment.

So, having sold almost all my belongings now, having finished loading the containers last night into the wee hours (permits accomplished!), having deciding yesterday to extend the Art Sale, AND having found a little place to live with a week to week lease (and right above my favorite deli!), I’m feeling pretty darn good. OK, OK...my muscles are sore from the furniture loading...but hey....I’m 58 years old! I’m just happy to be smiling...and ready for a nap before a new week begins and I begin to hold the inevitable unknowns and practice "my flow." : )