🛰️ Mission Log: The Space Between
Happy New Year! 2026 is set to start with a bang for me. A brand new adventure awaits—I move into my new place tomorrow.
This chapter of my life is coming to a close. I finished my last shift before I move. I’m in the process of cleaning and packing my place. There’s still so much left to do, but I know I can get it done in a day.
This threshold isn’t a metaphor, incidentally. It’s real. It does feel like I’m about to start a new chapter in the Book of Mell.
⚠️ Status Report: Dr. Anxiety at the Edge of the Door
Yes, that dastardly evil Dr. Anxiety is starting to whisper in my ear. I can’t deny his presence. He does thrive on last day jitters, after all. And he absolutely loves liminal moments like this.
Anyone who has moved knows what I’m talking about. It’s completely normal to feel some anxiety on the threshold of a move such as this. The evil doctor is using this perfectly normal feeling to try to exert his influence. The types of messages he’s sending me aren’t very helpful.
While I can sense his presence nearby, I’m doing my best to counter his attacks. Just because anxiety is here, it doesn’t necessarily mean danger. It means there’s a transition afoot.
🧭 What’s Locked In (No Rewrites Allowed)
Nevertheless, I will move on Friday. That’s already a given. This wasn’t rushed. I methodically planned it out, step by step, task by task. I refuse to give in to his fears.
It’s not like I haven’t moved before—I’ve done this many times. This one feels different because most of my old life was still packed away in the garage. While I have appreciated having a roof over my head and am grateful my parents helped me out a lot, I have missed my things. I know it’s just stuff, but it’s part of my identity in a way.
Dr. Anxiety thinks he can use my fear of things going back to before I moved into their house. But the thing is I have changed a lot since those days. I have rebuilt my life back up from scratch. It may not be perfect or what I imagined it would look like, but my attitude is what’s changed.
🛠️ How I’m Holding the Line Tonight
The future hasn’t been written yet, so what’s the point of worrying about tomorrow? Tomorrow never actually arrives. While I’m acknowledging the presence of Dr. Anxiety, I know how to keep him at bay. Every time he whispers a doubt in my mind, I counter attack with “I’ve got this!” That silences him for a time.
For now, I’m only concentrating on what I have left to do in the next 24 hours. It’ll be busy, and I’ll take naps here and there so I can transition my sleep schedule to be up and raring to go on Friday morning. I have built some reliable systems and so far they seem to be working. I have to have faith that the Universe is guiding me precisely to where I belong.
🐾 Diana, Keeper of the Present Moment
As I prepare for the move, Diana appears to have two modes:
- Accompany me and knock over a few things while I’m packing (including an unopened pop can that sprang a leak and sprayed everywhere).
- Sleep.
She is a master of zen, after all. She may not have any idea we are moving in a day, but she seems happy to be living in the moment. Diana doesn’t recognize thresholds. She only focuses on the now. Sometimes I think she sees home as portable as she is—and that’s okay with me.
🚀 Final Thought: You Don’t Need to Leap—Just Step
The infamous line “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind” is interesting. While a step on the moon can feel like a leap, it was a metaphor for all the hard work it took to get there. In some ways, I feel like an astronaut, on the eve of a new launch into a new horizon.
This launch doesn’t require fearlessness. I certainly don’t have to have everything figured out as I turn the page on my new adventure. All it will take is one small step.
Tonight, I stand here. Tomorrow, I step forward. That’s the whole mission.
How do you keep Dr. Anxiety at bay?