When I moved, just plain moved, after the moving men left, it was just me and sixty boxes. I looked around and wanted to crawl in a hole I felt so overwhelmed. What worked for me was the one box at a time. Every day I would empty one box and stop. It was June, and I would go outside and sit at my deck table with something to sew, mostly hand work, and just relaxed and enjoyed my time outside. I am also a firm believer in saying to myself this is not Ground Hog Day. In case you don't understand what I mean, Bill Murray many years ago made a movie entitled Ground Hog Day in which he relived the same day over and over and over. When I finished one box and I woke up the next day, that box wasn't going to return so that I had to empty it again. It was gone, and I could move on and empty another one. Relax, take a deep breath, and remember it is not Ground Hog Day.