Monday, May 12, 2014

Take my arms that I might reach you.


I have been feeling insanely restless.  I've noticed that this mostly occurs when I'm at work.  I just feel like my insides are going to burst.  I want to laugh and cry and run around and close the door and not talk to anyone.  This could be because I'm in the throes of my final three weeks working in the same place for 11+ years, a place that has felt like my home in the past but now feels impossibly far from home.  Everything is different.  I've been desperate to leave for at least a year, but now that it's upon me, I feel like a kid lost at Disney World.  I'm in a place that I've been trying to reach for so long, but being alone makes me anxious and terrified.

I'm not afraid of the future.  I never have been.  I've always been one to welcome change, whether big or small.  I know that this is what God has in store for me and my family.  The endless possibility of furthering my career is something I've never been more excited about.  But I'm just restless.

I could really use a Buffy and pizza night about now.