End of the Lists

For the last four months I've lived from lists comprised of the tasks required for remodeling, selling, and buying a house. Then, of course, there were the tasks required for moving.

Yesterday I came to the end of the lists. My spirits sagged. I felt sad and useless.

My instinct when I'm feeling low is to stick my chin out and pretend I'm okay. So I tried that approach for a short time.

Then I remembered what I learned from a dear friend many years ago. Yield to my feelings. Name them. Feel them intensely. Be in a quiet place with no noise or distractions. Fully feel what I'm feeling. Do what it takes to express the feelings. Then let them go.

Today I am refreshed as I sense possibility, make new friends, establish new routines, and create the life I want in this new place.

You write it:  What do you do when you come to the end of your lists?