I'm not ok. I keep trying to tell you something is wrong and I can't find it. In some respects I feel better than I have in awhile and in others...not so.
Conversations of moving...I'm anxious. And scared. I don't know if I will be making a huge mistake. I'm worried I won't like who I will become if I'm not here, that I won't have a good job or make people proud or do what I think is important. I hate change and I'm scared.
I started cleaning out my office today. Went through files to make sure I didn't leave any notes that were irrelevant or would put me in a bad light, took my notebooks and a few things that I brought from home back with me.
My stomach has been in knots and I haven't felt well since the prospect of moving began, but there is this part of me yearning for an adventure and knowing I can't grow here.
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