My failed trip to the RMV

I just want to think about beautiful things. Like the way cabbage slices into ribbons or how dill lights up a room when you tear it.

I want to have my hands in the earth, my feet dirty and dream about colors.

But sometimes real life sneaks in and tells me I need to adult and go to the DMV. So, the first trip there was fine. I have my license. The second trip was today Friday morning... some time.

The last time I got an email with the confirmation number in case I had to cancel and the time and address. So a couple days ago I want to plan my day for Friday because it is going to be jam packed.

No email.

No. Email.

OK. It's fine, I will call them, I've called before. Before Corona. The phone numbers have been removed from all the DMV sites and there is only one main number with a recording only.

Email, contact button, chat????

Nothing. I search my profile. Nothing.

I can witness the feeling creeping in. I messed up. And that feeling is not spacious. It is yucky and intense and I start to go into a loop.

Why didn't I write it down?

So I make a plan to drive there when it opens and talk to the guy who stands outside with the clipboard and ask him if he can look at when my appointment is. This clipboard is filled with appointments for about 10 people every 20 minutes of the day or so as I could guess from last time.

The thought of asking that, let alone having him be angry at me (he wasn't happy last time I was there) is filling me with dread.

My head space is now filled with this problem that perhaps would not be a problem to someone else.

Finally I decide to not go (this is a big deal for me) and just make a new appointment for next week.

On day two in Making Space we are going to make a big long list. Of all the things we are avoiding, from clutter to appointments to phone calls to conversations to cleaning to organizing to donating. All of it.

Instead of it being all floaty in the Universe it is all going to go in one place. (Then we will work with it of course.) This step on its own without doing anything else is transformational. You'll see. You will be amazed at how this list grows and grows and as it does you will start to make space.

Deciding not to spend 40 minutes driving to the DMV not knowing my appointment time felt yucky. Instead it is going on my list. Back on my list!!!! DMV appointment.

Maybe this time I'll write it down.

I gained so much time in a day that was feeling tight and stressful. Space. For beauty. I can adult next week!!

This weekend my partner turns 50 and we'll be in NH with no internet, eating homemade zucchini bread, coleslaw, egg salad, tuna and peach preserves over ice cream. (So many recipes will be included in Making Space, my favorites, so simple, fresh and beautiful.)

I offer you this idea of a simple list. This is not a to-do list. Just an avoidance list. The things that are taking up so much space in the avoidance. If you do it, let me know how it goes.

OK, I'm off to deal with almost 9 pounds of cucumbers and make coleslaw and my special tuna.

Sending love!!!!!!