Dear Diary,

I have lived in my house for over 21 years, and I am now going to sell it. “Hurry up! Don’t Hurry up! Make the upgrades! Don’t make the upgrades! These are a few of the comments the realtors are saying.

I am besides myself.

“A whirling dervish?” That’s what I am.

I can’t concentrate. How can I write?

SO….

What I have forgotten?

GOD!!!

I’m on that old familiar brambled path which is how I lived for decades. Stress, nerves, anxiety. So familiar.

Funny but I don’t want to leave the brambles. It feels safe. This Path says, “DON’T make a mistake. Figure it out!!! DON’T stop thinking about this. This is URGENT!!!“

You have now met UN-Godly Vivi.

SO….

Here and now, on the ground..

Dear G-d,

Please help me. I have forgotten you, forgotten purpose, forgotten trust, and how to breathe. I am a bit lost. Help me find my way back to you. Hashem, I give you everything. My fear, my anxiety, this sale, decisions, who, what where, how, when,… my thoughts, words, and actions.