QUIT! GIVE UP! YOU'RE BEATEN!

"Quit! Give up! You're Beaten!"

They shout at me and plead.

"There's just too much against you now.

This time you can't succeed!"

You know what it's like.  When you are moving house and you have packed EVERYTHING, and for that final 24 hours you are asking yourself, what was I thinking?  When, and more importantly, why, did I buy THAT !

You bring things home in a seemingly innocuous white plastic bag, one at a time, and place the item proudly in it's new place to be used or just admired within your home.  Then BAM ! It's moving day and you are asking yourself what the hell you needed all this shyte for.

I think we need to do one of two things. Live more Japanese; less is more; or buy cheap and/or secondhand things that can just be thrown away each time we move.... Hmm come to think of it, that wouldn't work for me, I mostly do buy cheap and secondhand and I still manage to get attached to it.

You know, like your three staple guns.

I have moved many times and the faced this dilemma.  You'd think I'd learn.  And yet here I am in the final stage of moving, from just one room to another, well, swapping three rooms, and still I am at that stage of looking around and; having moved and resettled the major or meaningful items; am left with the WTF items.  I know it has taken a while, but with M.O.T.H. home since Tuesday, the remainder of the move has taken second priority. He does like his room by the way.

As fate would have it, one thing that also resurfaced was my copy of a beloved poem called 'The Race'.  Do yourself a favor, google it and read the whole thing; it's long, but worth it.  I have often referred to this poem over the years; in times of greater conflict and confusion than just moving rooms; so again I sat down and cradled my beloved antique, typed version and sort it's solace and inspiration.

With the second bedroom nearly finished and only the rest of the WTF items to be sorted and placed; either in another box to be forgotten until the next move; or in the bin, I shall once again recite:

"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!"

They still shout in my face

But another voice within me says

"Get up and win the race."