I was recently told, from a very wise man, that uncertainty is the worst of all stresses.
Uncertainty is the theme of the past year of my life.
I hadn't realized how the uncertainty of the move was affecting me physically and mentally.
Until this afternoon.
I laid down for a quick nap this afternoon.
When I awoke a bit later, I was confused.
My mind was running overtime.
I hardly recognized the room I was in.
And wasn't sure where I was.
I could not decipher where I was or what place in time.
I started to panic.
Was I in my house in Ohio?
Was I in my new home in Connecticut?
If I wasn't in my new home, what was taking so long and why wasn't I there?
And if I was in my new home, how did I get there?
After a moment, I woke completely.
Then the comment of uncertainty came flooding back.
And I realized that it was affecting me more than I realized.
Something has got to give. And soon.
'Cause I'm starting to lose my mind.