… I’m Movin’ Out. At the present time, I have successfully moved almost all of my stuff out of the house I have been living in for the past 5 years, and into the house where my fiance and I will be living. It has been a very exciting, yet exhausting few weeks getting things organized and packed, and finally starting to move it.
During the move, I realized that there is something in me that: 1) Makes me over-estimate my strength, and 2) Makes it difficult for me to ask for help. I am an avid reader, and I have TONS of books… mostly paperback. I decided initially to pack all of these books from my bookcase in one box…. they are mostly paperback, and well I run marathons and do yoga… A few years ago I did 43 perfect push-ups in a minute as part of a job related physical test… I am strong and this certainly shouldn’t be a problem for me to lift, right? So, here I am in my bedroom, thinking I am going to move this box to the other side of the room to make it easier for me to pack up a few other things… I bend down to pick it up, always lifting with the legs and not the back (I am not stupid)… low and behold, the damn thing won’t budge. Hmm… maybe I can just push it across the room by sort of kicking it for now and rethink this later… Nope… thats not working either. The phone rings… its my Dad… he asks what I am doing, and I explain it to him. Do you want me to come help you?, he asks… oh no Dad, I don’t need your help… these are mostly paperbacks… but thanks for asking. Shortly after, I speak to the fiance… he says, he can lift that up for me if I need him to the next time he is over…. I don’t need his help though… these are mostly paperbacks… no problem. I go back to the box… and circle it… sizing up my enemy… I know I can move this thing… I just need to get some leverage. So, here I go… 3 point stance… hands go up onto the side of the box, and I just start pushing… still not enough leverage… but it was moving a little bit. Success is soon to be mine… I get my shoulder into this time, essentially like I am trying to tackle someone, and push this thing across the room near the door. I realize this is not something I will ever get down the stairs and into the trunk of the car… frankly, I don’t even the think the people I could have asked help from would have been able to lift this thing…
At the suggestion of my fellow friends here at Is There Any Cake Left?… these books were later split between 4 boxes, which were filled the rest of the way with much lighter fare. This worked like charm because: 1) I could lift the box, and 2) I didn’t have to ask anyone for help…. that would have been a tragedy.
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You inspire me with your courage, strength, and wisdom. I, too, had battles with a book filled box, and I too lost. Luckily, this time around I had super strong movers who were able to lift the box like it was a box of feathers…and some how wrap up and slide my couch down the steps and out the front door like a greased pig on a water slide.
Some day we shall defeat the books…until then…