The last post was about waiting. I am still waiting. This time it’s different. I truly feel like there has been a storm around me or following me since I don’t even know, back in 2018 at some point. I was thinking back yesterday to a time when it might have began. Our business was shifting and changing and there was shifts and changes around the outside of that. The exterior shifts regarding the business seemed to bring a lot of, shall we say, “bad air”. I tried to ignore them, I tried sage. I tried the power of positivity. It felt like they were all cheap band-aids. It felt like when you get in a pool as a kid with a cut and you have a band-aid on it and then it’s all soggy and falling off when you get out. I felt like your fingers when you stay too long in the bathtub. You know, they get all wrinkly form being in the water too long. I cannot pinpoint a specific time when the cloud came or when the storm started and it’s pointless. The business was sold and the building is in the midst of being sold. The business and it’s equipment were gone a couple weeks ago. I powered through that day until I had to take down some art on the wall. I felt this art was no long applicable to me, and it was part of the business. So, I gave it to the buyer and she cried. Then I cried. She feels bad, but is grateful for the opportunity at the same time. I can actually understand that, and I think she can understand my side too. She has been a business owner longer than I and I am sure she can think about what if it all came to a crashing end? The waiting was for things to be locked, sealed, finalized, papers signed…all of that. I think we have caught up on all of that. There are a few small details we are waiting for, title and closing date. This has me thinking forward, which we should not do. We, as humans have so much trouble living right here. The amygdala always taking us away to our past or taking us ahead in time to the future. That crazy little thing in our brain is a real pain in the ass. I was thinking ahead. I was thinking about the day when I would not have to get up and get ready to ” go to work”. I was thinking about this day and it was giving me such anxiety. I shook my head as if a dog shakes after his bath, to try to get it out of my head. It sort of worked because I had other things to deal with this week. (We are in a storm here, remember…) Honestly, though, what will I do that first day when I have no where to go? What will I do? That place was a creation of love and peace. It was a place of happiness and devotion. It was ours. Our blood,sweat, tears, passion, pain, anger, love, all those things and more were weaved into it. The loss we have experienced in our home in the past six months has been almost unbearable. Someone asked me this week how I was even standing up. I was asking myself that same question. The loss this week was raw and unbearable because of the stress we were already under. Now, the waiting I do, is for this storm to pass. It has to go. Maybe the day I am so full of anxiety over is the end of the storm? What do I do to keep my sanity through all of this? You are probably wondering about the storm and the kinds of precipitation it has brought to my life. I will share it. My time right now is precious and minutes are few. I keep hearing people tell me to take care of myself, I am a Sagittarius. I try to find time for myself to create but I am struggling with that. It’s blocked, probably from all the stress. So, I either listen to audio books, podcasts, or this. I thought, at least if I can get it out of my head I could get myself into a better place. Here’s to the amygdala and working against it…peace out, be back soon.