Change

I love change.  It keeps life interesting.  But then when there are unknowns I worry so that change causes me stress.  Last week I called my landlord to ask if he would let me out of my lease.  I don't think I left the message real coherently and I probably did not say all that I meant to say when I left the message.  I haven't heard back yet.  Then I don't know if I will get one of the two jobs I applied for anyway.  And I do enjoy staying in this house.  I know the area and there are so many places I can take the giant marshmallow hiking when we have the time to do so.  It would be fine to stay here but then I worry about the 'what ifs' should I get offered a job or I want to move to the lake for the winter for a change of scenery.  So once again I am in a pickle about the future and I think I worry too much about it.  I get crabby and then I don't have a good time at anything I do and I tend to neglect things I should do.  Really I should trust that I am on the right path and what needs to happen will happen when it is the right time for it to happen.