Up, down, and around.

That’s been my current state of emotions.

The latest two pieces of artwork (on my Flickr) shows my range of moods.  Chaotic one day and calm the next.

“Relax.”

“Stop worrying.”

“Focus on yourself.”

I was told to do these things by various people.  It’s not easy.  I am a worry wart.  I can’t seem to slow down and my head is filled with chaotic thoughts and tasks.  It is to the point where I have lost focused and my mind is overwhelmed.  I am trying to sort out what needs to get done, what I need to do and what is best for me.

For the past couple of days, I have been feeling lost…and not myself.  I have been feeling…somewhat vulnerable and sensitive.  It’s like the wall that I have built to protect myself has crumbled to pieces.  And now I don’t know what to do.

My mom just told me that today (September 7, 2009) that 30 years ago that she and my family immigrated to America. Wow.

So the husband and I have finally moved into our new place.  With help of movers (for the big stuff) and friends (for the boxes) we are just about done moving.  We still have a few things at the old place and will need to finish cleaning up.  That’s what Labor Day is for.  Damn do we have a lot of stuff.  But I do plan on going through a purging.  The hard part is getting the husband on board with me.  He’s very sentimental.