The pressure is mounting, screams of agony creak out from all sides as the system is pushed harder and faster harder and the weight of darkness descends upon the ...
...okay, cut. Quit. That song doesn't fly. The time line is real, and there is pressure, but big deal.

We are now close to the 'official' line that seperates 'preparing' to move from moving. Once you are moving clarity descends.

It is the clarity that comes from a clear purpose. No longer is the goal to 'get organized' or to 'clean up' or to 'make things easier on ourselves by casting off what made us who we were to free us to become who we will be.'

No...simple survival takes over. "Everything in this building needs to be dealt with. Period. Put it in a box, give it away, or even leave it on a shelf for the next person, but deal with it."

And so that is how I find myself sitting in a bucket of clarity of purpose.