If I close my eyes and wish really, really hard, do you think it’s possible to turn this Monday into Friday? I’d even be happy with Thursday if Friday is too much to ask for.
My head is swimming with everything that needs to happen before my big move on Saturday. On top of that, I have an extremely busy week at work. I’m both excited and overwhelmed — I feel like I’m all over the place but nowhere at all.
This is it: The final week of waiting. In 5 days, I will be moving all my belongings to their new home, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Besides a few hiccups with contractors, lawyers, and mortgage brokers, this has been a fun ride. My anxiety has been in the normal range, and I haven’t had to return to my medication. I think the whole ordeal of upheaval has taught me how to rethink things. My brain has been altered for the better. Even though I have a lot going on, I feel pretty calm — It’s pretty incredible to me.
It’s been seven months since I came off my anxiety medication. The first five were terrible, but over the last two months I have found stable ground. I’ve faced my fears, and I won. VICTORY.
Now all I need is a good man, a million dollars, and a great bottle of wine. PIECE of cake.