My change is this. At some point I have to move back to the home town to look after my 81 year old mother. To get to that point feels like I’m going to have to climb Everest wearing some high heels and a cocktail dress.
The truth is I’m still working on decluttering my flat. Now I’d have to declutter my mums house (aka hoarders paradise) just so my family will fit in it. Who’d have thought a four bedroom bungalow could be so small?!
The main problem is furniture everywhere. My husband is the same if there is a space – he’ll stick a table there – or a maybe storage unit. Arrgh! Worst of all now my husband is out of work, he’s thinking about doing some DIY to tidy up the flat ready for selling. I caught him on the internet looking at circular saws and workbenches e.g. buying more stuff! It can only end in tears. But I digress.
All in it all it feels very overwhelming. Quite frankly I’d rather make like ‘Shaun of the dead’ and go down to the pub and wait until it all blows over. Except it won’t.
So I have two choices. Ignore it and hope it goes away, or embrace it. I know what I have to do. I need a plan and I need to break it down into manageable steps. Then I need to take some actions, or at least make a start. Actually, in a funny way, admitting that I feel scared makes me feel a bit better.
So here goes. Wish me luck!