I would’ve never — not in a million years — planned to take a vacation six days before a move and start a 12-week program with eight clients the day before closing.
But life doesn’t always ask for our permission slips, does it?
So yes — Stevie Nicks in Portland last week, Madison Mastermind this Thursday, and somewhere in between… moving houses.
Right now, I’m writing this from bed on my laptop (which I never use for these emails). Normally, I’m at my desk with my giant obnoxious Mac screen, four different drinks, and my favorite chair — but all of those things are currently packed and stacked in a shed at the new house.
As for the move — let’s just say I do not love moving. Should I have pushed harder for movers? Absolutely. But if you’re married to a “Do-It-All Dale,” you know that sometimes, you just nod, grab a trailer, and accept your fate. Today the kids and I hauled five loads of totes and furniture. After a family meeting this morning where we I talked about how everyone wants this (right?) and every single one of us is going to have to do things this week we don't wanna, we did it.
I'm proud of us.
Here’s what I’m learning (again):
- You can plan every detail, label everything pretty, pack “a box a day” for weeks and still end up with 20 “miscellaneous” totes.
- Life doesn’t care about your perfect timing — but it will reward your willingness to keep going anyway.
So this week’s marching orders?
👉 Let something be messy but moving. Start before you’re ready. Rest when you need to.
Trust that the imperfect timing might be exactly right.
You don’t need the perfect setup.
You just need the next step.
When you read next week's edition of Love Monday, it will be written from my new house. Eek.
