I woke up today with my stomach and chest in knots. I’m nervous, almost to the point of sickness. It’s not that I’m having second thoughts about this move, rather that the reality of what I’m leaving is starting to really set in. I’ve been in Nashville since I was two years old. Sure I’ve lived other places, but never for that long, and never permanently. I am realizing every day that this move is going to take courage, and that courage is going to come from somewhere much bigger and much more bold than me.
Right now it’s in the mid 80’s and perfectly sunny. I’m sitting on the patio of the home I’ve lived in since I was six and the home I won’t see again probably ever again. I’m up and on my way out so the Realtor can show the house to potential buyers, and I’m hoping whoever moves into this house enjoys it as I have enjoyed it. It really is a beautiful neighborhood and I’m thankful for my time here.
This week I’ve got to get work done on my car, I’ve got 3 chapters to write before my meeting with my agent, and I’ve got my going away party on Saturday evening. It’s scary really, but beautiful.
James 1:2-3 says to count it ALL joy when we face various trials, knowing that the testing of our faith produces patience. I need to learn patience. I need to hear God’s voice more tangibly, and that means quieting myself and silencing the din around and within me.
How do you cope with seemingly overwhelming stress? Any pointers you can give me?
The Portland Chapters 
susan
April 14, 2010
feel the fear and do it anyway.
Kat
April 14, 2010
I went to college in Florida and lived there for the next 14 years. In 2005, stuck in a job I hated and had been unable to leave, I decided to sell or give away everything that wouldn’t fit in my car and move to Nashville. I was lucky in that I had a place to stay with my dad, but didn’t know another soul. It absolutely turned out to be the right move.
I’m not sure I have any words to help you cope with the “What the HELL am I doing??” feeling that I’m guessing is coming on you periodically. I learned that God sometimes wants you to let go of the branch you are holding on to before the next one appears for you to grab.