Cat on a Hot Tin Roof - That's Me!

I am a ball of nerves. I'm not sleeping. I'm gorging myself on sugar. I'm having panic attacks. I'm sitting paralyzed with fear. I'm having irrational emotional outbursts. These are all signs that a big life change and a huge move are just around the corner. As much as I've tried to act cool as a cucumber these last few weeks, the reality has officially set in. I feel like my life is now moving at 100 mph and I'm standing on the sidelines watching it whizz by. I hate this feeling. It's a feeling of losing control. Not so good when you're a control freak like me.

I'm sitting here grappling with why I'm feeling this way. I've done this before. I'm a moving expert. I'm the queen of change, or at least so I thought. In truth, I think the older I get the more I dislike change. Change of any kind has been harder and harder for me to handle. Am I getting more cranky and stuck in my ways as I age? I'm not really sure. I think I've just lived a life of much chaos and I'm now really starved for some groundedness and maybe even a little monotony.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

My thoughts are so all over the place I'm having a hard time composing a clear blog post. I will do what I always do when I'm feeling anxious, I'll head for the hills and talk to God. Outdoors is the only place to find peace and commune with my creator. It's the only place right now where I can be still.

In the meantime, do me a favor, don't sneak up behind me. My nerves are on high alert. I'm liable to lay you out with a punch or at least a blood curdling scream. You have been warned.

Some pics of how I feel:

Kitty on high alert. Don't startle me!

Don't give me any coffee. Worst idea ever!

Looks like I finally have something in common with Britney