What’s feelin’ got to do with it

A friend came to help me pack yesterday.

Before my friend arrived, he had assigned me the task the day before.

I pushed myself to sort and toss most of the piled files, scripts, printed articles, and notes. I put the kitchen stuff in two opened boxes.

I felt proud of myself as my friend made an entrance when he got inside.

Tea or coffee?

We have a lot of work to do, obviously.

He surveyed my room, displeased with the disarray.

I’ll give you three hours of my time. Here is what we need to do.
Are you ready?

You’re not staying for dinner?

I have my own stuff to take care of.

He was all spice and no sugar.

Within that three hours—

We sealed three boxes of books I’d pre-filled.

We packed most shoes and left me four pairs for the last month I have in LA.

And purses and bags. Women! I know…

We wrapped and sealed two boxes of pots and pans.

And another big box of odd stuff.

After my friend left, I managed to pack two more boxes of thicker clothes.

The photos speak for themselves—

Of course I’m still a long shot from done-done, but I noticed something. I stopped my friend before he backed out of the driveway.

Where did you learn all this?

Have you seen Apollo 13?

Not yet.

But you know the premise, right?

By now, I knew where this smartass was steering with the conversation.

When people were panicking when things went terribly wrong, the program director said—

“Let’s work the problem, people. Let’s not make things worse by guessing.” 

I nodded. Message received.

For a task like yours, you focus on the problem. Not the feelings.

I can’t.

Well, people are made different.

Asshole. I thought to myself.

Then I heard myself saying—

Thank you.

 

Yours truly,
YZ

PS. I’m my own guest for this week’s podcast.
You may find it interesting if you’re also contemplating these things:
a) study abroad;
b) go to film school;
c) become a writer;
d) start podcasting;
e) all the above;
f) fear of the things above.

I hear you. I’ve been there. I’m still working on it.