TETRIS.

I have this tendency to FREAK OUT and stress over small potatoes. As the cliche phrase goes, I make mountains out of mole hills. I'm not quite sure why I always go bananas but I do. I've accepted it and I recognize it and I do believe that's the first step in changing: admitting you have a problem. Hey, if it works for AA, why can't it work for me?

Today's moutain: loading the ReloCube. It arrived. Upon viewing the size of it, I gasped, shrieked, and convinced myself there was NO WAY my stuff could possibly all fit into that small hole. No friggin way! I called my good friend, LB, who moved last summer using the same size Cube hoping she would relieve my fears. After explaining my situation to her, she laughed and reminded me of her own fears when her Cube arrived last summer. She said to think of it like Tetris. As long as you find the right fit for everything, you win the game. I used to be really good at Tetris in high school thanks to my Ti 86 calculator. I can do this.

And until it's all snuggly inside the cube with the doors shut and the lock sealed, I'll be taking...deep...breaths. And trying to avoid the moutains.

Cheers.