A little pep talk.

Some days I need a pep talk.  And on some of those days, its up to me to provide it!  

While everyone else is planning and packing, I'm panicking.  Change isn't my thing.  The thought of leaving our home is terrifying.  If you don't live with anxiety, you just can't imagine.  I'm not sharing this for sympathy.  Everyone that lives with me knows it just comes with the territory.  

But as the days pass and the people pass through our home, I know that moving day is just a little bit closer.  And my chest gets heavier and breathing becomes a little more difficult to do.  Tears are more frequent and sleep is becoming less and less.  It's funny because I know that I'll survive, that change is a part of life and that after a period of time, I'll be settled and comfortable in our new home.  But today, I'm scared that I'll never feel at home anywhere again.

Not much of a pep talk, huh?  Don't worry, everyone gets a little "freaky" on occasion, I just happen to do it more often than most of you.  But there's always something that reminds even me that everything will be ok.  Most of the time, it's Jeff.  But today, it was this.