This morning I woke at 6.30am, my brain whirring at 50 mph. At least I knew where I was this morning, when I woke with a start yesterday I was baffled at the surrounding room that contained all my stuff but wasn’t my familiar attic retreat…
The last month has moved so fast that I don’t think my mind has kept up with time or changes. The 24-7 Round Table is in two weeks away and my brain whirring generally revolves around tiny details that I’m frantic not to forget. It all feels slightly suffocating as important things to do before we’re married are also pressing in. We have to organise a mortgage, life insurance, a will and changing my passport, let alone organising the day.
At times it feels like a vice, closing in, I’ve had to move rooms (hence my early morning confusion) and I don’t feel like I’ve done anything but grab some scant sleep at home for weeks. I’m doing ok though, been talking to God a lot and He’s given me a lot of peace. Slowly but surely I’m getting through everything. With His help and the patience of my lovely man, I believe I’m going to get there… xc