Changes make me uncomfortable. Changes make me nervous. Changes make me feel vulnerable.
Changes are happening whether I like it or not. All the time. Here are some that are going to be happening very soon…
*I think I’m going to be moving. Somewhere with cheaper rent so I can save some money and get myself back on my feet all the way. Not sure where yet, though. Or when.
*Spencer is going to be meeting my ex’s girlfriend. Which means I’ll be meeting her, because that was the original arrangement. I had to meet someone before he could introduce them. I don’t want to meet her.
*I will have a life again. I’m tired of sitting here alone. I shouldn’t have to sit here while my ex starts a brand new life, right? I’m starting one, too.
*That means, however, that I have to loosen the reins on my son a little. I’m quite the helicopter parent. His dad is not.
*I am letting the walls down and trusting someone. This should be interesting…
So, there are the changes. Let the anxiety begin!!