The write stuff

I'm sure we've all been at this place before...I certainly have. Yet knowing that I have been here before does not bring much comfort at this point. Life is about to change...actually it has to change. My gut has been telling me this for awhile and I have been neglecting it. I've been choosing comfort and familiarity over listening to my gut because, though it is often right, I still have a hard time trusting it. Instead of my gut churning with frustration over my need to move on couldn't it just be indigestion? Maybe these nightmares are from watching too many scary movies? No, the huge tornadoes that threaten to kill and destroy everything I cherish, including my own life, in my dreams are not a symptom of eating dill pickles before bed but a symptom of helplessly watching as changes around me threaten to overwhelm me. Work has always been just work for me. It's always been a way to make enough money to live comfortably and pursue other interests, but now it foll