As the countdown to our move slowly winds down, I find myself on the verge of losing it. And by "losing it" I mean going completely mad. I'm second-guessing almost everything. Minor problems are, in my stressed mind, turning into MAJOR EFFING DISASTERS for no good reason. Pains in my stomach are creeping back. I have perma-knots in my neck and shoulders, and overall I'm starting to get more muscle aches, especially in my lower back - an old problem spot that I don't need flaring up. On occasion I am filled with a sense of dread that's a little too hard to shake.
But yet, I am SO FRICKIN' EXCITED about the huge life change that I'm on the brink of that I can hardly contain myself when someone at work mentions it. I turn into a wide-eyed, giggly little kid talking about an upcoming trip to Disneyland. I feel like I'm a little kid and it's a few weeks before Christmas ALL THE TIME. That sense of wonder about what's going to happen, about what I have to look forward to, is totally helping to counterbalance The Crazy that has found itself a warm, safe home within me.
