Now that the pity party has been put to "paper", let's hope the duck remembers how to swim.
I wanted to post again because while this mornings post may have been a little whiny, it was fairly important. It proved to be a launchpad for a very honest conversation with my sister where I let fly with all my anxiety about the situation.
Cathartic. Very cathartic.
I actually feel a little more in balance with the world and had a very productive day sorting through some paperwork that I do not care to carry with me to my new nest (wherever that may be). That little bit of organizing alone gave me a little more control over my out of control life. And that little bit helped.... tremendously.
So aside from a few ruffled feathers, I think there is little harm done. The duck will be back on her schedule tomorrow. I am taking the rest of today for cleaning and then relaxing.