The voice in my brain constantly taunts me.
"Nine more days, eight more days, seven more days" in a rushed whisper.
I squeeze my eyes closed.
Take a deep breath.
Will the voice away.
Only it gets louder and faster.
Time is running out.
I am running on empty.
Nobody expects me to do it all.
At least that is what they say.
Yet I feel like I should do more.
Need to do more.
MUST DO MORE.
In seven days everything we own will be loaded onto a moving van and we will drive away.
From this house.
Our life here.
I'm sad and excited.
Exhausted and energized.
Relieved and worried.
Scared as hell and quietly confident.
Holding on to the final moments and rushing through everything.
Linking up with Shell is exactly what my heart needs today.
Joining the cool kids on the Hangout Grid this week!