On the first day, the sweat and ache of a day of hard, physical labor is supremely gratifying. Adrenaline and strain leave he muscles weary yet oddly invigorated. Arms and legs are heavy. Abs tremble slightly when flexed. A hot shower serves to heighten the feeling and alleviate the tightness.
This is how our ancestors lived, hundreds of years before the Industrial Revolution created this idea that all men and women must find jobs and labor primarily so that others might become rich. Our ancestors, salt of the earth, laboring for their very survival…
The next day, it just hurts. You press on. There’s a mountain of crap to do and just a few days during which to do them before you have to go back to laboring for those guys getting rich.
10 day into it, you pretty much just want to sleep. Or maybe slip into a wee coma for a spell. It doesn’t matter which just so long as the pain goes away.
Moving has taught me this: the salt of the earth work their collective ass off. Nobody was happier to see those movers carrying the REALLY heavy stuff around than I was.
At 40, I don’t know how many of these kinds of moves I have left in me.
Illuminate Possibilities 