Like I said my mind has been so preoccupied lately. I’m going to be moving out on my own for the first real time in my life at the end of the month.
Normally, I thrive on this kind of change. The year started with a new watch, a new car and now a new home. While I really want this change, I’m finding myself resisting it a lot. Oh mind, you wander to such messy places sometimes. The anxiety is getting to me where half the time I feel like someone is choking me.
Anyway, I really want to know… What are good ways of accepting life and not trying to push it away as if it’s going to eat you alive.
SOS,
Sheila
