To take up my new life and keep growing my communications boutique back on the East Coast, I have to let go of the recent past. Those last several months in Southwestern Arizona were filled with unexpected trauma.
For example, the resident on the floor beneath me turned out to be not only psychotic but frequently intoxicated. One Saturday I had to call the police. From then on I feared for my life. Yet, eviction procedures take time.
A neighbor around the corner attempted to put the muscle on me for free favors, which required using my professional skills. I had read the whole relationship wrong and had to forgive myself for getting into that kind of pickle.
The property manager's move-out rules seemed unethical and illegal. I contacted the company's headquarters. I didn't win on any points. Annoyance simmered into rage. I can't "afford" to stay angry over petty stuff.
So, how am I leaving that behind? Here is what is working:
I hit the road a day early. Paying the extra day at a motel is worth it. The sooner you can exit that emotional field force, the better for you.
I set all my time devices to East Coast time. The time zone is a big thing. I have to reconfigure my lifestyle to that.
I am contacting friends in the East. I am not contacting folks in the southwest, at least not for the time being.
I am sleeping more. That accomplishes everything Williams Shakespeare said it would.
In three more days I will be in my new location. I am confident I won't be lugging any emotional baggage there.