I must say, yesterday afternoon, I opened up to Ed, my husband, told him how I was feeling. He matters, corporate America, not so much.
I need help. I can't keep doing (what I perceive to be) everything. Even after all these years, we are still working on our relationship.
I felt better, he knows what's going on and now we can make changes. Change, there's that word, reality, again. Looking at changing my work life, my home life, our place (literally) in the world.
No matter where you are in life, 8 or 80, change is inevitable. Looking ahead, the changes will be good ones, still, stressful. Everything is up in the air, it's really up to God where the pieces land. Yesterday I spoke of pieces of the puzzle of my life. Our lives really are just one huge puzzle.
Some pieces fall neatly into place, other pieces are hard to place. Odd shapes, convoluted colors.
It's those pieces I have to allow God to place. It's keeping my hands and my opinions to myself that's so difficult.
Fantasizing the freedom to sit back and watch the magic happen.