So, in a return to old habits, I took the day off yesterday. I was burned out and freaked out. I will tell you the saga.
I am off the fun-filled surge of high hopes and adventure in being alone with me, me, me. I am petrified. This was expected. (or is it that because it was expected, it occurred?).
I cried when I handed my keys over to the landlord of old. I was surprised at this expression of sadness, but it's a no-brainer. I dislike change and I'm sad and being isolated is hard. I don't want to really hang out with any that I know and this chagrins me. Hermit for real instead of hermit in the body.
Just got baby's first anti-anxiety pills. Good stuff.