Crap, the stress has finally hit. After working all day (and trust me, my passion for work has quadrupled with the soon to be hubby hanging around free and easy) madly cleaning the house, with the Realtor’s arrival imminent.

I am not sure why the panic has set in? Is it finally becoming reality… our years of dreaming and sweating about taking this leap. Is it a good panic or bad?

Is it that my selfish side is having its say? I mean, I have it pretty good, don’t I? Hubby slaves away while I get to “find my passion” and “discover my strengths”   I spend my days writing and connecting, grabbing coffees and hanging out at the playground. While life may not be perfect for him, it is certainly more than comfortable for me.

I am terrified.  Terrified of giving up something that isn’t bad at all, which also means it isn’t amazing.  How do you allow yourself to live without a safety net, and how much of a safety net is enough?

Hubby is on his way back up with a warm cup of tea to chat. I must let this stress go, I must remember that to live an `all right` life when and extraordinary one is available isn’t okay with me. I need a good dose of courage and confidence… or I need a better plan!

Tomorrow… I will get my OCD mind back on “the PLAN” … must relax; everything is going to be ok.

Maybe I will have him bring the gin instead of tea?