Metamorphosis.

I feel like I'm losing my grip, and it makes me panic.  I'm slipping away from what I've clung to for so long.  It's a metamorphosis of sorts.  It's like those few seconds after the Novocaine when I feel like I'm going to fall out of the chair and pass out...and at the last second I recover and everything is fine and I come out of the office better than when I went in.  That's how I've felt the past couple weeks.  Like, I'm losing my grip...but I have to to get better.

It makes me nauseous when I think about the changes that are going to take place in my life.  While at the same time I know it's all for the better.

I'm 98 percent sure I'll be visiting Illinois in January for my mothers 60th birthday party.  Yay!

My head aches.  I need to go back to bed.